oh what fleeting moments I should capture, oh what memories I should still possess

an old memory

This is a very old picture of a barn that fell apart long ago. What I see is a wall that's as much hole as wood and bales of hay that appear to be moldering on the floor. What I think is how like memory this is, a snapshot of things that no longer exist, imperfect, color faded, and encompassing so much less than what I'd like to see after all these years.


How we remember,

what we remember,

and why we remember

form the most personal map

of our individuality.

– Christina Baldwin


2 responses

  1. Memories can be so elusive–thanks for the photo that helps remind us of that.

    December 12, 2011 at 4:06 pm

    • I was looking for photos for the blog, and when I came across that one, I was overwhelmed with a wish that I had taken more pictures of that place and that time in our lives. And I was wishing that I could somehow pull back from that small window of photo and see more than what I had captured. Often my memories are like that: little windows and small images that I can’t see more of, or even turn into movies. They can be so frustrating that way. But I’m glad to have whatever I have, all the same.

      December 12, 2011 at 10:48 pm

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