I love photos. I take a lot. Not just since I've been blogging, I've always enjoyed taking pictures. Nowadays I'm usually the designated 'taking pictures to document the evidence' person at parties, gatherings, because people know that I usually have my camera.
I have been asked before if I ever really look at them again once I've put them on the computer. When I told that person that yes I look at my photos most days, I was met with an amazed stare. Which I found strange, isn't that why we take photos? To look at them again and remember?
I love looking at one photo and remembering lots of stories about that time in my life.
The photo above is taken in Cornwall in the year 2000.
I think I was 28yrs old.
It was our first wedding anniversary and we had decided to rent a cottage. It was the year of the 'big fuel strike' in UK which meant that fuel stations were rationing how much fuel you could get to fill up on.
In our little cottage we were oblivious to this chaos that was happening until we ventured out and noticed all the queues and realized people were 'panic buying' We decided to hell with it, if we were stuck in our cottage with no fuel to get home then ho hum. But the nice woman at the local filling station actually let us fill up my big tank (everyone was on a 10.00 restriction at that station and there was a huge queue )but we had to wait until the queue went down so there wasn't a riot ha!
Our dog was called Baxter and we had him as a pup. He came everywhere with us, and loved going on adventures in the home on wheels. He also loved the water, sticks, yoghurt pots, and plastic bottles.
My heart broke when he died at 9 yrs old.
Those boots I'm wearing were my first ever pair of proper walking boots and I have never ever found a pair that equals them for comfort.
Do you look at old photos often?