I was driving with my daughter in the back of the car the other day. We'd just been to the doctor and it was past her nap time. After a few minutes of driving I looked in my rear view mirror and saw her squishy little lips in a pout, eyes closed, and head bobbing back and forth with the motion of the car. She was trying to fight back the sleep and wasn't succeeding. It was windy and snowing outside, so she was all bundled up in her new hat and coat. I was thinking about how I wished I would have brought my camera to capture her adorable little face... but that I'd have to settle for a mental picture of her peaceful expression.
I remembered all the times I've looked back at pictures and remembered things I would have otherwise forgotten- all because I grabbed my camera and clicked away.
As much as I try to hold on, I just can't keep all the mental images I wish to recall.
A Chinese proverb says that "the faintest ink is more powerful than the strongest memory"
That's why I take pictures.