Something about writing every day, and keeping notebooks and, honestly, a lot of paper of all sorts, I get to look back and see where I was in time. And for a moment, I can remember.
I think that’s what photos are, in a way, too. Little moments, frozen in time. And looking at them, you can remember words said, feelings shared, or any number of sensations that may have been occurring. And when all we have left of those moments are the time capsules, it’s nice to revisit them sometimes.
Michael's Musings 