When I am long forgotten

Browsing through some now seldom opened folders on the lappie brought out a long forgotten folder of pictures . Happy smiling faces mock at me. People I knew; places i had been to. Life was a whole lot different then. Now it’s all fleeting friendships and soured relationships, life gives you lemons. The best thing about pictures is that people in them appear same every time you look at them. Call these my rants but there is solace in knowing that at a point of time life meant much more; when crazy was good and money was not overrated.

“ Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever . . . it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything. ”