Nothing like doing what one enjoys. One of those things for me, as many of you know, is taking pictures. I’m always the one behind the lens but, this time, I was caught in the act.
Guys, get yourselves a digital photo frame, load it up, and play it throughout the day. You’ll love those “remember when” conversations it brings up.
For every scene I’ve breathed in and recorded, for every memory I’ve captured and shared, I am so very grateful.
What are you thankful for today?
Until next Thursday’s post…si Dios quiere.
“While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.”
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
“A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.”
Naples, FL, June 16, 2022, shot by my brother, Arturo a/k/a Coqui.