It has been 5 years since I’ve laid eyes on the farm. Inevitably, things change. People change colors when they repaint a house, rip out the landscaping to put in something their own, and so on. There are certain places from my past that I choose not to return to because I know this will be the case with each and every one of them. Why spoil the fond lasting mental image in my head by replacing it with something new and not of my time there? Sometimes photos we take do not find themselves classified as art, but there is nothing wrong with that. Sometimes it is those that document and freeze a moment in time that achieve a value to us that is priceless. For me there are many such photos of the farm. 
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Day of Remembrance
It has been 5 years since I’ve laid eyes on the farm. Inevitably, things change. People change colors when they repaint a house, rip out the landscaping to put in something their own, and so on. There are certain places from my past that I choose not to return to because I know this will be the case with each and every one of them. Why spoil the fond lasting mental image in my head by replacing it with something new and not of my time there? Sometimes photos we take do not find themselves classified as art, but there is nothing wrong with that. Sometimes it is those that document and freeze a moment in time that achieve a value to us that is priceless. For me there are many such photos of the farm. 
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