It's the little moments that I love so much. It feels that if I try to capture the moment on film it will destroy the magic. It's just something that I try to commit to memory and pray that my memory won't fade. Like this weekend: While on the deck at the cottage I was watching our 7 month old sitting on a blanket with rapt attention watching her mother practice her ukulele while the waves gently accompanied the music.
I'm laboring to capture that visual, that feeling, in my brain. But I don't trust my brain, so this is my backup. My trigger.
Happy.
No comments:
Post a Comment