The whole time David was here (he left yesterday), I took no photos. Zero. It’s like I don’t even know me.
Debby said it’s because when we get old, we stop taking photos.
Today, I took photos of some puppies so young their eyes aren’t open yet. This is Xavi’s opinion of Debby mocking my age.
In truth, I think it’s because I take hundreds of photos every Thursday and I never have time to process and publish them except the ones I put here once, occasionally twice, a week. And I get tired of looking at the world through a lens.
While David was here, I spent as little time as possible with any device–my computer, my phone, my camera. I wanted to be more in the moment.
I guess no photos means I succeeded.