I like to take photos of things that may be a bit out of the ordinary.
My kids eating.
A random trip to Goodwill.
The horrid bed head my middle child wakes up with every morning.
(Seriously, how she manages that many tangles in one night I will never know.)
These things are a little out of the realm of what I find in the boxes of photos from my childhood, and I love it.
So while I like getting crazy with Photoshop, I also like to slow down and take photos of things I really want to remember.
This is kinda coming from something my grandma said to me last year,
“Someday all you’ll have left is memories.”
And that really struck me.
Because my memory sucks!
I loose my phone once a day.
Okay, more like five.
Ummmm yeah, same story.
And don’t even ask me what I did last week, because I hardly remember yesterday!
So how am I supposed to remember the good stuff?
And yes, bed head to me IS the good stuff.
So I take pictures.
I take lots, and lots of pictures.
Many you will never see on here.
They are for me.
For when I’m old and reminiscing about back when….
So that I can remember back when.
I want to remember the cry face, the goofy stuff, the makeup fiasco’s, the messy rooms, the endless homework, the baby curls…..
I want it all.
(Within reason of course.)
So I photograph to remember.