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Sunday, May 01, 2005

The Real Reason We Take Pictures



Digging through thirty or more years of photographs will turn over many good memories. This one I found yesterday. It is of my wife Sue Ellen with our first born Ariel. This is late 1976 and Ariel is but a few weeks young. When I look at this image, I recognize my own good fortune in this life and how I have been so blessed. We had taken the baby to see Ms. Ferris, who Sue Ellen had worked for in high school. I can't imagine why I didn't take a photograph of her, but I can still see her smile when Sue Ellen placed the baby in her arms.

posted by Axile Himalo at 1:02 PM