I'm starting to appreciate the visual side of life more and more lately. Pictures hold a lot of meaning and I don't care to be labeled as the one always documenting a moment, or the one never appreciating a moment for what it is. I agree that some moments aren't meant to be relived or obsessed over, but I think the important ones should have the opportunity to be remembered.
However, I think it's also important to have feelings with those pictures. I remember being on my favorite vacation and while I was taking a ton of photos, my dad told me I should be writing in a journal at the end of each night to remember each day. I didn't listen to him. Now, here I am, I have all of these pictures to look back on, but I don't remember what I thought of the sights then, or the names of the people I met. I can look at a picture now and think something of it, but 20-year-old me is going to think something differently than 15-year-old me did.
That's what I'm learning lately. Take in each moment. Appreciate the good and don't be so quick to dismiss the bad. Make something of the moments instead of the moments getting the best of you.
Anyway, I've been feeling blah lately and have been a overwhelmed with life, so I wanted to go on a photo adventure to force myself to slow down and look for beauty. Luckily, my friend Margaret was all for it.
So, here was some of our day:
Welllll, we were going to catch the sunrise and then eat a huge breakfast. But 6:30 a.m. And Saturday morning. Those two things don't sound great together. Instead, we let ourselves sleep in for a little bit and decided that bagels would suffice. I remember feeling overjoyed when we were coming up this road and seeing the variety of fall colors starting to show.
I tagged along with Margaret to one of her photo shoots. We joked and said I was her assistant, but let's be real here, I held and switched her lenses back and forth at least ten times. I loved it, though. I loved watching someone in their element, doing something they're really passionate about. And good at. I loved watching the Naufel's be a family and love on their son, Eben. It wasn't for the pictures, it was genuine and that was comforting to me.
Some things make admiration easy:
About 10/10 times I wear the wrong shoes in terms of comfortability and reliability. But come on, would a pair of tennis shoes have looked cute in the fall leaves? No.
Eben runs faster than I do. Note to self to start running again. Correction: note to self to start running. He seemed to enjoy it.
Again, fall colors from afar.
I've been having this weird realization lately that after college I can basically go anywhere and that's exciting and terrifying. Or, you know, I could not stay still. That one is sounding pretty nice. An air freshener that I have never noticed in Marge's car before:
This is dedication. Margaret woke up sick this morning but was a trooper all day, with the help of her order from Starbucks: a hot tea with one mint majesty tea bag, one earl grey tea bag, an inch and a half of hot water, steamed lemonade the rest of the way, no peppermint syrup and two packets of honey. I don't think I'm ever going to forget that one, Marge.
Capen, you are worth every breath of reminding me of how out of shape I am.
BRUNCH. I love brunch. I love Cafe Berlin, and apples and sausage, and ordering chocolate milk at 1 p.m.
We hunted down this overlook and drove 25 miles to find it.
Margaret was looking down at her phone, reading a funny text her friend had just sent her. I heard her laugh from my car.
*Katy Perry voice* This is how we do.
We decided to get close to the water and eventually those big signs became little specks and it's so much harder to walk back up a hill once you've walk down it, and wow, did I mention I'm out of shape?
Hey, little guys.
So, that was some of the day anyway. Like I said before, some moments don't need to be relived, like when I tripped on the gravel or when I nature peed because I couldn't hold it any longer.
But I think they are all worth remembering.
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