I think of memory as an ocean that grows larger every day…a body of water that assimilates the things we do…and say,


An old photograph is like a stone tossed into that ocean sending ripples of memories to our shore…memories of a time and place we’ve visited before.


Just like when we throw a stone into the water and watch the ripples radiate and increase… we’re never quite sure how many memories a photograph will release.


Certainly we’ll remember that moment in time when the photograph was taken…but we’re also blessed with a host of memories that photograph awakens.


As our eyes scan that old photo of people and a place we knew before…we realize each person in the photo sends more ripples to our shore.


We ride upon those memories…as they drift upon the tide…happy to be taken on this sentimental ride.


Happy that one photograph can send it’s ripples wide and far

Happy to revisit some of the people…who helped to make us who we are.


That old photo makes us smile as as we remember memories entirely our own…perhaps that’s why we take so many photographs…

so we won’t run out of stones.

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Yesterday we celebrated the life of a Rose…she lived to be 94.

We delighted in her life as we mourned the fact she’s not with us anymore.


What struck us immediately were the photos of Rose as a child, 

a woman…

a wife

photos of Rose and her family…

photos of a wonderful life.


A bouquet of Roses on display for everyone to see

and so we stopped to sniff each Rose…

each captured memory.


We took our time at each photo…


moving slow

wanting to view each petal of the Rose we came to know.


And we realized the beauty of these photographs…

is in what each single photo does…

giving us a glimpse of who Rose is

as well as who she was.


We were thankful to view each little snippet of her life…

each little stem of who she was…and why

grateful to say hello to all the Roses…

before we said goodbye

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In that old photo…is that me?

I’d really like to know

I think it does resemble me

but that was long ago.


I was so young…this I avow.

Still creating my blueprints.

But I’m much older than that now…

A lot has happened since.


In that new photo…is that me?

So old…but looking gay

I’m pretty sure that man is me

at least that’s me…today


The first photo…of course that's me!

but you can barely see my joy

The second photo…also me…

and also that little boy.


I’m not sure how it came to be

I’m not sure how it can…

But on the path of destiny 

that boy became that man.


The man was not part of the boy

For that is nature’s plan

But you can see it in his joy…

the boy is in the man.


Life is a series of photos

and as we live and grow

one photo is but one photo

not the entire show.


The man is 65…that’s true

The boy is 17

But the story of the two of them

lies in all the photos in between.


And though time has added a few wrinkles

that cover up my face

the boy, his joy…his twinkle


time cannot erase.

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I took a week-long class on photography…actually the whole week was a blur

as I learned about ISO, F-stops…exposures…zoom lenses and apertures.


Okay…perhaps most of that complicated information…I did not quite amass

but I’m proud to say at the end of the week…I did complete the class!


I knew my camera knowledge was sketchy when I first decided to go

but it took a class In photography to discover how much I didn’t know.


Still… we had a wonderful teacher 

who served as our photographical guide…

and we spent most of our time taking pictures 

in the North Carolina countryside.


I did pick up some camera facts…but mostly what I found

Is how taking pictures tends to slow you down…

it makes you stop and look around.


And when you slow yourself down (not only in photography)

You are amazed at all the beauty surrounding you

and the wonders you will see.


And you want to catch that wonder…before the light changes and it’s gone

So as you slowly walk and view the world…

you’re camera’s always on…


Because what I learned in my class…in my week of photography

Was how to capture a moment in time…for all eternity.


And if I can capture that moment…for friends and family to see…

Then I don’t have to be the best photographer in the world…

Just the best one I can be.


So after a week in my photography class…

I’m only a little better than when I walked in through the door…

but I am slowing down, I’m seeing the world differently…

and I’m taking pictures like never before..


Photography does have its rules and its guidelines

But when all is said and done…

The goal of photography, (this I also learned in class)


Is to take lots of pictures and have some fun

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