I don’t mean to keep posting old photos but I can’t help it. Something about this season; this time of year. Every time I start updating my blog with more recent photos I get sucked right back into snapshots from a previous time, place, and life. These photos pop up like an old friend I haven’t seen in a while, and I cannot help myself but to stop and sit a while to revisit old memories. No wonder I never get around to posting photos until years after the fact.
We were like birds homing in on all of "our" old places that held so much meaning. The places where old memories were stored. The imprints left by our former lives.…
On this day we drove to the edge of SF -- to one of my most favorite places ever. A place that still feels so hidden from the rest of the…
For me, summer will always be this lake. It's where I learned to swim (or at least watched my sister learn to swim since I refused to put my head…
It felt strange walking around our old neighborhood after being gone for so long - a sort of unsettled feeling that something was just not quite right. Familiar (older) faces were…
. It's crazy to both of us that this is our home now. That we have a fridge that makes ice. That automatically dispenses ice! That we don't have to parallel…
“you can always come back and visit,” people have told me. ya, but it’s not the same as having a home in the city that you can come home to. Visiting, whether…
(reposted from earlier post) Today would have been my parents’ 35th wedding anniversary. My mom would have come home and laid on her bed/couch and watched TV. Dad would have come…
Our elderly neighbors across the street are moving to assisted living. In the past year, they have endured a series of health problems, so it was the logical next step. I…