All this week has been a continuation of the summer. Basically, sorting, prioritizing, and letting go.
Of junk. All kinds of junk.
The thing I love about photography? I never feel like I need to do that with photos. Photos are something you keep. Unless, of course, it was an unintentional shot of Uncle Bert’s toenail fungus during a family reunion. That you could probably let go. Or not. Whatever floats your boat.
Anyway, I love perusing old, forgotten photo files to find out what I may have forgotten. And sometimes I find things that just make me so happy to be amongst God’s great creation.
Last year I shot these and it’s making me very antsy for October. Can. Not. Wait.
