I may not have a professional camera or Photoshop or anything else to remotely make my photographs anything officially *nice* but hey, I snap shots of my family and our life… and I love it. It’s the only way I can really stop time (even for a moment!), relive time, remember moments ~ so I do love it. And I love to share it. 🙂 Because it’s so true that these moments are constantly slipping back into the rear view, and I am a total & complete amnesiac.
Snap a photo or two. Read verses about futility.
Watching one’s small humans age and grow up packs a serious punch.
It’s like being stuck in a dream unable to speak,
like being a ghost that can see but not touch,
like standing on a huge grate while a storm rains oiled diamonds,
like collecting feathers in a storm.
Parents in love with their kids are all amnesiacs,
trying to remember, trying to cherish moments, ghosts trying to hold the world.
Being mortals, having a finite mind
when surrounded by joy that is perpetually rolling back into the rear view
is like always having something important on the tips of our tongues,
something on the tips of our fingers,
always slipping away, always ducking our embrace.
~N.D. Wilson, Death by Living, p107