I didn’t like taking photos when I was younger. It has never been my priority, and even now I tend to forget to take out my phone or bring my camera. Memories are fickle; new memories taint what was once something you cherished—you could remember it differently, or outright forget it. Photos can be framed, edited, and deleted, but your memory is always the most vivid. I don’t want to lose these moments in my life. This series is a way for me to have something to look back at to remember times that I shared with, laughed with, and loved others.
I didn’t like taking photos when I was younger. It has never been my priority, and even now I tend to forget to take out my phone or bring my camera. Memories are fickle; new memories taint what was once something you cherished—you could remember it differently, or outright forget it. Photos can be framed, edited, and deleted, but your memory is always the most vivid. I don’t want to lose these moments in my life. This series is a way for me to have something to look back at to remember times that I shared with, laughed with, and loved others.
