(I can’t blog every day).
But I am always taking pictures. These ones aren’t anywhere but on my phone. They just sit there and my finger hovers over them, wondering where they could go. I hoard pictures like a hoarder. Perhaps even like a photographer. Or do they delete them because they understand, more deeply, their impermanence? I want to hold on to these forever. Here are some snapshots of my life. If I didn’t aim my iPhone 5s at it, was it ever really there?