This is an OLD set of photos from back in 2014. I’d just met Stefanie at a RAW Artist exhibit. My memory is terrible, so Stefanie probably remembers the details of this morning better than me, but I do recall it was the first of many Florida adventures for us.
Photography has always been like a time machine for me. The images are anchors for memories long lost. Looking at these photos, I remember the experience but not the moment. How was I feeling? Was the temperature nice? What little details filled the remainder of my day? We forget a majority of our existence, and it feels a little sad and tragic.
