A Moment In Time Captured Forever
This was actually posted at my MSN space first, but it felt like the perfect first real post to this new blog.
I added some pictures to my MSN space, finally. I uploaded them from my cousin's computer. All old pictures, well mostly, and pictures of my family. I'll add more in the next few days--since I have access to her pictures.
I love pictures, especially old ones, they're a look into the past. People who aren't with us and those who are, but who have aged and changed. I love pictures of my mom as a teenager or myself as a baby, a moment captured forever in tiem, even though it's past now.
That's what pictures are. They're one moment captured forever. In a picture you'll always be sweet sixteen or just learning to walk. In pictures my dad still flashes that irresistable grin of his. That's special. I know we carries our memories with us, but I like having photos for the things we can't remember.
I'll never know my mother as a teenager, I can't remmeber my baby years, and I was only five when I lost my grandmother, but pictures help fill in what memory can't. Thanks to pictures, I have clear images in my mind of these things and I think that's entirely precious.
In the last 18 months, I've spent a lot of time looking through the pictures of my dad. So many pictures of him through so many different stages. I like the adult pictures best, but that's mainly because that's how I remember him.
A pictures is worth a thousand words and can hold a thousand memories. They really do capture a moment and a essance forever. At least, that's how I've always seen it. Pictures are a tangible piece of our past, a souveneir of people and places and times that have passed and we should hold onto it forever.
I added some pictures to my MSN space, finally. I uploaded them from my cousin's computer. All old pictures, well mostly, and pictures of my family. I'll add more in the next few days--since I have access to her pictures.
I love pictures, especially old ones, they're a look into the past. People who aren't with us and those who are, but who have aged and changed. I love pictures of my mom as a teenager or myself as a baby, a moment captured forever in tiem, even though it's past now.
That's what pictures are. They're one moment captured forever. In a picture you'll always be sweet sixteen or just learning to walk. In pictures my dad still flashes that irresistable grin of his. That's special. I know we carries our memories with us, but I like having photos for the things we can't remember.
I'll never know my mother as a teenager, I can't remmeber my baby years, and I was only five when I lost my grandmother, but pictures help fill in what memory can't. Thanks to pictures, I have clear images in my mind of these things and I think that's entirely precious.
In the last 18 months, I've spent a lot of time looking through the pictures of my dad. So many pictures of him through so many different stages. I like the adult pictures best, but that's mainly because that's how I remember him.
A pictures is worth a thousand words and can hold a thousand memories. They really do capture a moment and a essance forever. At least, that's how I've always seen it. Pictures are a tangible piece of our past, a souveneir of people and places and times that have passed and we should hold onto it forever.
posted by Michelle @ 7:03 PM
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