Far from good, this photo meant something in the context of days…
See, during my presentation, I talked about why I started taking photos each day.
I was at the gas pump on April 1, 2003, thinking about some weird tick I have;
one where I like the numbers of my sale to NOT MATCH. It’s weird, I know.
Anyway, I snapped a photo back then to remind myself of sharing the superstition.
That simple action of taking a photo to remember the day stuck.
It was easy.
Sure it’s nice to add all these words, but for me, all I need to see is that
one photo to remember where I was, who I spent time with and what went down.
One might call it a photo journal, and I’m fine with that.
If that means a journal is a way to capture the moment, reflect on life, and relive the good parts,
I’m cool with that.