Every day is lovely and different and I want my children to have as many photos of them as possible to remember their childhood.
I blog to remember the moments as they pass. The fleeting details like candy floss skies and the softest light are the perfect background to the special outfits handed down and the toys they loved. Those are the bits and pieces that get lost in our memory junk drawer. Sometimes I look at my children and I am overwhelmed by the fact that for the most part, they will not remember these days. They will live their lives and before they know it, the kids in these photos will be cute little strangers to their grownup selves.
I consider my photos and blog posts, little bookmarks in the story of their lives.
Working on a new set of jpeg actions based on my photos I am taking with the D3200. Details soon-ish.
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It is hard to remember little details from childhood. Pictures do help. My grandma just died. It’s been a LONG times since she baked any cookies. Since her death, though, I had a vision of cookies she used to make at Christmas, that I haven’t had since childhood. Pecan fingers (crescent shaped cookies rolled in powdered sugar), shortbread cookies (red and white rolled together and green and white rolled together), and probably spritz cookies. I can’t remember if she had cut-outs or not. Probably. She served them on a tiered plate, though. Those childhood Christmases were so long ago! It’s good you are trying to preserve the memories.
Clover is just charming in these pictures!
this is so well written and perfectly said. It makes me want to drop everything and grab my camera right this second. You are as inspiring a writer, as you are a photographer.