**I made a resolution to blog at least once a week (either here or on my cooking blog), so…here’s to a late start!**
On a drive to Columbus, I looked at the sun setting and I thought “I really wish I could capture that in a photograph.”
I realized a few years ago that I didn’t want or need to photograph everything anymore. There just isn’t a point. Photographs are taken to create memories, or preserve as much of a desired memory as possible. But when it comes to emotions and smells and feelings of awe, those memories can’t be preserved in a photograph. Sure, pictures can help provoke those things, but I feel that my most precious memories are usually in more than just photographs.
That being said, there was something about this picture my brother took the other day of our mom.
There’s something about it that I just love (other than my mom and La Victoria). I posted it on Facebook, and my cousin commented “I love that it’s your grandfather’s face with your grandmother’s expression!” I’m not sure what it is about that statement, but I totally see it. I don’t know if it speaks to my past, my present, or my future, or to any memory I sort of have of either grandparent, but I like it.
I’m not sure what the point is of this post, but I just wanted to share all that.