This week I’ve felt how the demands of life have influenced my ability to write and take pictures. My mind has been preoccupied with statistics and projects so I’ve been more eager to do that than to write. But I’m still able to write, and I guess the crunch pushes me to photo edit and write faster.
Last night I spoke with my dad and he was telling me about his childhood. He was telling me that all these images from when he was younger are all coming back to him, and he is writing more. He also feels sad for the things he can’t remember.
This is the reason I write on the blog, to make sure that we remember those things that are going on in our lives. That small window to the world is also the way we record our lives and who we are choosing to be remembered.
