photography and every other form of journaling have always been so very important to me. each are and will remain such a very big part of my life.
as i can recall, my childhood has always seemed like a dream-like blur of moments-- more so bits and fragments of memories than anything. it's so strange to look at photos and videos of myself, because though i identify myself as being the girl in the photos, rarely are there any distinct memories associated. maybe it's common for folks to not quite remember their childhoods fully. maybe they do. all i know is that i have bits and pieces, but i don't know if that will really ever be enough for me. i just wish i could rewind. capture it all and hold it in the palm of my hand.
cherish it. soak it in. remember.
but alas, i cannot. i can, however, hold onto the moments and memories that i do have and will make along the way.
i just never want to let these things go. the big, the small, and everything in between. each one makes up who i am-- piece by piece. each photo tells a story, taking me back to the exact moment it was taken-- back to every detail-- how i felt, my thoughts, what i heard, what i smelled what i saw. everything comes back to me-- each moment captured serves as a reminder as to where i have been, and points me to the direction i'm headed. i wouldn't trade that for anything.
