You have to dig. You have to recall not just the memory but as much as possible of what surrounded your senses. When it’s finally clear, you realize why that memory is worth the effort.
Found these travel artifacts tucked away in my bookcase.
It's official. I'm a photographer once again.
A Spring Bloom.
He sang Ordinary People, and it was like we were on the bicycle in Hoi An all over again.
My Guardian Angel: some days it's easier to believe.
I wish I looked up more often.
A murder of crows-this was just a part of the family. Never seen so many in my life.