Memories, circa 2010

How, in years to come, will we look back upon what has been, upon our memories.

They're in our hands, those tiny grains of sand amongst the beach that stretches for eternity. If we drop them, let them sift through our fingers, how are we ever to find them again?

Pass it on. Write and capture. Talk to your folks, your family, and stretch it back til you can go no further.

If we capture those moments every day, will that help us remember each of the days of our lives? It's an extraordinary idea.

Preserve your photographs. They are what's left of you. It's a beautiful world. We just need to tell them in the future.