I am not one for writing blogs but I have been highly encouraged to begin writing a blog a week, and I feel up for the challenge. I’m great with a blog full of photos that I have taken and letting the photos speak for themselves, but writing out a blog a week is something that feels very stretching for me. I can’t say there are many times when I think I want to sit down and write with the choice of sharing it with others. I can see many benefits that I have found when I give time to writing but it is not my first instinct to write about something that has happened. My first instinct is to take a photo to remember what happened. In writing my weeks out I am exited to allow the moments to sink in deeper. I want to receive the fullness. There are photographs that I have taken over the years that hold significant meaning because they symbolize a specific season I was in.
“A picture is worth a thousand words.”
Like these shown below, one from when I traveled for 11 month to 11 different countries and this photo captures what happened in my heart through this time. It is one that has marked me and I look back to frequently. Then my beloved Grandpa, who I have many photos with, but this one is special to me and signifies a specific season I spent with him. Each of these photos hold a more meaning than I could explain but in different seasons I have found a different thousand words to describe each of these photos. If I had not written my thoughts for the season I was in I would know a change happened but I wouldn’t be able to recall how deep the moment truly effected me. I can pair my photos with my writings and remember the whole story of that time and the difference I see in them now. I can clearly see the difficult, the grand moments, the emotional the simple, and cherish them all deeply.