It's true.
I was talking to my pastor this week, and in telling a story, I divulged that I'd taken 118 pictures during just part of one day at an event. He made a comment that I probably wouldn't always do that.
I stared at him and said (right out loud) "I'm sorry - I don't understand what you're talking about."
That's when he knew the severity of the picture taking experience for me. It is not at ALL unusual for me to take around 100 pictures at any given event. Granted, not all 100 might be worth keeping, but they'll certainly be present and accounted for!
I realize not everyone shares this deep love of mine, and I'm okay with that. But I am unlikely to change my ways on this one. And you know why? Because I love being able to look back and see the memories in living color.
It's no secret that I scrapbook - but I love to look at my scrapbooks. To go back and remember days of joy when something beautiful happened and I captured it in a photo (or two...or a hundred).
And so it is that I freely admit my photo addiction.
It's okay that my 2011 year-album was about 125 pages long. It's okay that I make a separate album of every vacation that includes photos of what I ate for dinner. It's okay that I'm currently two whole scrapbooks behind because of that practice. It's okay that when I'm 112, I'll have to add a room on the house just to hold the pictures.
It's okay because it keeps track of life...and I love this life.
4 comments:
Bekah,
That looks like the inside of the Death Star.... :)
Confession is the first step to recovery... :)
No, seriously, I wish I had this addiction. I tend to be the opposite...I get so caught up in the moment, my camera stays hidden away. And then I get home and think, "Aw man, I don't have any pictures to remember this."
I agree with Sarah.
Sarah - LET ME HELP YOU!!!!!!!! :)
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