These last couple of days I’ve been going through old photos. It’s amazing what a simple photograph can do to your soul. Of course you can never see the hard days on old photos, but you know they were there, taking you from one snapshot to the next.
I remember the tears and the disappointments, and the tight chest and the ruined makeup, the loneliness and the despair; but I also remember the smiles and the happy tears, the laughter and the reassurance, the lightheartedness and the optimism, the bliss and the exhilaration.
Photos are amazing.
And I don’t want to talk about what’s going on in the world. I probably should. I’m gonna keep on taking photos…
Have a lovely week.