Nothing says fu nlike a day in the sun bouncing around
I think memories, like fine wine, are better remembered aged and not recently bottled. There is a certain nostalgia to aged memories that brings a poignant element new memories lack. An old memory settles like a warm blanket draped over your shoulders, that warm fuzzy feeling we often yearn for. They whisk us away to a far off place, at once distant, yet at times seeming like yesterday.
When I look at pictures like these, I am there, growing up in the 1950s and 60s. To paraphrase a line from the movie, “While You Were Sleeping,” “I just don’t remember it being that( black and white).” It does look like the world had discovered color by 1976 , when we got married.
People often groan when someone hauls out the photos of their last cruise, but a conversation beginning with the words “Remember when…” has an entirely different reaction. When we gather together on holidays, we often tell guests the funny stories of our lives, and laughter fills the room.
Our memories define who we were and who we are. The old memories provide a framework and the new experiences, fresh memories, fill in the frame and will one day be old memories, too. And we will say, “Remember when we took that cruise…
My treasures are ages 7 and 5 years old. They are the light in my life. Evelyn wants to be an archaeologist/geologist/biologist because she wants to hunt for tombs, and she likes rocks and germs. Gavin wants to be either a daddy or Ironman when he grows up. When they come to visit laughter fills the rooms and imagination floats in the air and for a brief time, we are young again and life is full of endless possibilities…
We recently had a rare event in North Carolina – snow. Here is a ‘selfie’ I took of myself, reflected in a sunrise scene captured in my garden gazing globe. I feel like I am walking on the sands of another world.
I find sunsets at sea to be inspiring and breathtaking. Each one is unique It’s the play of the light upon the water that catches my eye. These photographs were taken off the coast of Scotland
Up close and personal with a Caladium plant