A reminiscent way I love doing of remembering the past is to look at pictures. Pictures from ten years ago or even thirty years ago. Pictures of color or black and white. Pictures that show water marks on the upper corners from the ring of a once ice cold drink that had been sitting on the table for hours. Pictures distorted from the heat in my car. Pictures that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to look and some that did. Pictures that had been edited by an amateur or done by professionals themselves. I look at pictures every single day. I think of the past and how things have changed. I look at this picture in particular that I took two summers ago and instantly I think of red hot dogs being grilled over a camp fire we’ve made the night before. As for someone else seeing this picture for the first time might envision relaxation or ocean breeze sweeping across their face, because I’m sure they aren’t gonna visualize hot dogs especially red ones.
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