![]() ![]() Each picture brings back scents and sounds and the emotions of the memory. Photographs are like time capsules that let you flit, for a second, between what was and what is. Or you see a picture of your dog as a puppy and your mind is flooded with thousands of memories of him jumping on your bed, or his nails scratching across the slippery linoleum floor, or that one time he basically attacked your neighbor’s poodle on a walk. You study the contour of your ex’s jaw line and suddenly you find yourself missing his touch. ![]() Pictures have a way of pulling you back into the moment. I love the way photos can capture the beauty of a moment and freeze-frame it, so that months later when you’ve completely forgotten how beautiful the weather was on your trip to Italy, or who you partied with last Halloween, you can just look back on the photos and be reminded. How many times have you done something awesome and wished you had a picture to show for it? How many times have you watched someone’s Snapstory and (very creepily) taken a screenshot because you just had to have that pic in your gallery? If you’re anything like me…this happens more often than you’d like to admit. I get that.īut if there’s one thing I firmly believe in, it’s this: You can never have too many pictures. Some people have different ideas about picture-taking and what is deemed an ‘acceptable amount’ of memory-capturing. This was the same boyfriend that gave me a major hassle anytime I wanted to take a selfie of us at an important event, and the same guy who stuck out his tongue when I posed (innocently and cluelessly) next to him for his professional graduation photo. You don’t need to take so many pictures, he said. I had a boyfriend once, who looked at my scrapbooks (I have eight of them…going on nine) and rolled his eyes. ![]()
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