Reminiscing about brighter, warmer days this week. I can't help it. We've had seven+ days of gray skies and looking at my summer photos seems to be the only cheap trick I have up my sleeve for beating the winter blues. It works for a minute or two, and I'll take it.
I don't know about you but the older I get
it seems there is definitely less room in my memory bank. Early on in my relationship with my hubby, we traveled far more than we do now. In between my temp jobs, we rolled any chance we could. One summer we traveled 22,000 miles, taking in Alaska, Canada and a whole lot of states. Our destination was West Virginia. I didn't have a digital camera back then (2002) and I was stingy with the film. Oh, if could do that over ... just once.
You see, photos connect me to that place in my mind where the memories are stored. When I pull up a set of pics I have carefully filed by month and year, I am magically transported to that place and time.
I learned how to do this when I was on a trip to Hilo, Hawaii right after high school. My BFF was attending college there and invited me over. I spent a couple weeks hanging with her and the locals. I was laying out on the grass one day and I closed my eyes and captured the feel of the island breeze, the sounds, the smells, everything. To this day, I can ring that up.
How do you get through the long winter months?