All We Had

My camera

Pictures weren't just insignificant little images.

They told the stories.

They told stories of my first horse.

Of my best friends.

Of that time I went ice skating with Andy.

Of the waterfall deep in the woods.

Of my days on the farm.

Those pictures are my past. 

 I spent years taking pictures. I got better cameras. I got better at photography. I went everywhere with my camera. I never took pictures of myself. Everyone asked why. They told me I was beautiful, stunning, and the prettiest girl in town. I didn't believe that. I never really cared about my image. I did take pictures of other people though. Everyone had their own story that I needed to fit into one tiny frame.

That was the magic of photography. 

You could have the world on one device.