I’ve been thinking a lot about photos lately.
I take them all the time.
Beauty of an iPhone that is basically another appendage, I guess.
But I don’t print them all that often.
I think I should do more of that.
. . .
Jim and Pam used to take pictures of each other.
They made that camera gesture, and in a single moment, they told each other so many things:
This moment matters to me.
I want to stay here for as long as I can.
And because I know I can’t stay as long as I want to, I want to take it with me.
Because there’s something happening here.
In all your ridiculousness, you’re adorable.
. . .
Pictures of happy people are my favorite.
And by happy, I mean pictures of people who you can just tell–you can feel it–are exactly where they wanted to be in that moment.
It’s like they were enjoying the best glass of wine they’d ever had.
Big, bold, and red.
And they just kept sipping it.
For as long as they could.