Photo Calls and Holiday Snaps

Maybe it’s a Sunday evening, or maybe I’m just getting old. I’ve just spent some time looking through my photos I have stored on my computer, and they fill me with regret and happiness. Regret that I’m not back there now, and happy that I had such a great time.

The best photos are those, which aren’t posed. The ones I didn’t know where being taken. Not that some of the posed ones aren’t great, but the ones people sent me after the events are more special.

In some ways I want my life to be unposed, spontaneous, and something I can look back on with a smile on my face and a lump in my throat. I want to stop trying to come up with something to remember my actions by.

Sometimes we need photos to prompt memories, photos with bluer skies and bigger smiles. Other ones are the non-photographed ones that we think of while brushing our teeth. I like them too, maybe even more.

People make the memories, and sharing of experiences make the memories brighter. Sure there are people I’ve lost touch with, but I still have memories, and they’re only a phone call away.