The price of gas

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.