Spring is finally here. I think, anyway. We have been enjoying the awesome weather, the blossoms, and the time away from certain life events that I would rather remain forgotten. Winter seems safely in the past now, enough so that I decided to go through some photos taken not too long ago. Photos I have been avoiding because I did not want to be reminded of a time I did not particularly want to remember.
I am the type of (annoying) person that always has a camera around in some form. In between the bigger trips and memories are the smaller moments, captured and stored on my memory cards until the day (often many many months later) I decide to unload them. Whether intentional or subconscious, those captured images great or small have always seemed to really reflect what I am feeling at the time.
It was somewhat surprising then to stumble across these photos and see that Winter was not as dark and gloomy as I so dramatically remembered. Instead these photos were somewhat...hopeful? Is that possible? Was that how I felt? Is that how I feel now? I'm still not quite sure what it was I felt or am feeling, I'm just comforted to know that I documented some happy (hopeful) moments and when all is said and done that these are the memories that will remain of those frigidly cold Winter months.