Memories
Memories have a way of finding us.
They surface when least expected.
In the scent of salt carried on a summer breeze or the sweet smell of honeysuckle.
The exotic scent of coconut oil.
In the first notes of a familiar song, a flag flapping in the breeze, children laughing.
In the taste of a funnel cake, ripe peaches, soft ice cream, fresh seafood cooked to perfection.
In the warmth of sand beneath our feet or the touch of a hand we once held.
A sight, a sound, a scent, a taste, a touch.
Any one of them can carry us back to a moment we thought had slipped away.
Memories are mercurial.
They're fleeting, elusive and sometimes fickle and they fade just as quickly as they surface.
That’s the beauty of a photograph.
It gives a memory somewhere to live .
Photographs preserve the faces, the expressions, the connections.
They reflect the little details that might otherwise fade.
And years from now, one photograph can awaken everything else:
the sound of the laughter, the warmth of the sun, the feeling of being there.
We don’t take photographs simply to remember what life looked like.
