Looking up – Life on endless levels

I have a lot of photos in my storage across many places. I have a google album that is full, and then another under my personal gmail account. I have a full hard drive on a computer that ONLY has photos on it. I removed every single application and program that I didn’t need and wouldn’t affect the machine’s performance or operating system and the entire thing is photos. Some are so old, Colt is a baby. I really started taking photos when Colt was born. My foster family gave me a digital camera (very cheap point and shoot but they thought it a nice idea since I was expecting. They were stunned into silence when I burst into tears upon opening my gift. I had always wanted a camera – even a shitty one. I used to buy those throw away ones they sold at drug stores and photo development places (remember those guys? Blacks Photography and … ohhhh the orange and yellow one….they guaranteed your film to be developed in an hour…..that’s going to bug me now).

For those of you who do not have any idea what I’m talking about (Colt tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy and asked me to repeat myself when I tried to explain that there was a time when the only phone you could use was attached to a wall or phone both and photos were taken on a roll of film that had to be developed…..)

“But, why wouldn’t you just save the pictures on your phone?”

“Because phones didn’t take pictures back then Colt”

“So what? You had to have a camera and a phone? Like you do now?”

“Yes, more or less.”

“…..Then why didn’t you just upload your photos onto your laptop?”

I didn’t even try to start the “we didn’t have laptops or even home computers when I was a kid” conversation.

Now, we just keep everything in some virtual cloud. That idea still seems kind of magical to me.

Clouds rolling by – early morning in the late summer
Even storm clouds are beautiful when you can see the layers and depth within

Reflections, Perspective and Memorial Intentions

I constantly wonder why I am so drawn to things like this building.  I will be sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, out on a weekend with the family, and I’ll see something like this building in the distance and my entire being calls me to stop, capture, analyze.

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Sometimes I think it’s because I see beauty where others may not and I’m full of myself enough to think I can show what I see.  Sometimes I rationalize that the state of the place makes me think they’ll tear it down sometime soon and that lack of permanence makes me want to capture it before it’s gone.

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Things being there and then suddenly being gone; particularly when I least expect it, has always been a *thing* for me.  People, family, places, memories; it messes with me to realize that nothing is forever and nothing is ever guaranteed.

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If I could wrangle a promise out of the universe that things would just stay the same for a day, I would be willing to sacrifice quite a bit.  Finding that balance in life is hard for me and for many others, I realize, so maybe I’m just making sure that these things; places; buildings that were once loved and called home to someone, are never totally relegated to the pile of dust and then empty space they will eventually become.

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Like a memorial stone in a graveyard, my photos can keep something alive, in a way, that might vanish from the world at any moment.  Once a few years pass and people move on, no one will even remember that this house once existed.

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(It just dawned on me why I take photos of myself and save them, although I rarely share them with anyone. *chills*)

 

 

Never met a barn I didn’t fall for

I love the old barns around here (everywhere).  It always kills me a little inside when someone new moves in and they burn or tear down one of these beauties.  Worse than that, is the people who paint them an odd colour to match their house.  It’s called Barn Red for a reason.

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The specific colour is actually more expensive than other shades and these things are huge so it’s not an inexpensive venture, painting one of these, but I don’t know why you ever would.

Never alone

Watching animal mates stick together always warms my heart.  These two were taking turns hunting and sharing whatever snacks they found.  One would take off and the other would sit, patiently waiting for the other to return.  Their body language looked like love to me.  Keeping each other warm and full; weathering the storm together as one.

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