The Color Of Memory

 

I've been revisiting and reworking some older photos and reminiscing about the day or moment any particular shot was taken. This one was taken at Malachite Beach on the North Padre Island National Seashore a few years ago. I had just watched the sun come up and this was that beautiful soft golden hour just after. What a perfect morning that was, what a perfect day that was. Some days are big and some days are small, this was a big day. 

There's a profile on Twitter, @apoemcalledlove and the entire account is what they call, "an endless poem, called "Love" and each tweet is just an accounting of something this person loves. It's a very positive space that leaves me feeling quite enamored with the things that I love. And I'm kind of in love with anything that leaves me feeling better than when I first arrived.

A few of my favorite excerpts from their Twitter. . .

I love midday Summer haze

I love flying to London

I love to forget where I'm going on walks

I love lesbians

I love not making up my mind about anyone

I love people who survive and don't indulge their sad stories

I love the sound of champagne in a glass

I love to be a loner

I love a place to hide

I love buying a ticket to Paris in the middle of the day

I love free thinkers and visionaries and anyone who doesn't kiss the culture's ass

I love the color of memory