We almost never take “selfies.” In fact, I jokingly play the role of crotchety old man and reprimand my daughter whenever she uses the word. ;) And yet, somehow, in a place like this, it just felt natural. I think that subconsciously I look forward to a moment in 30 years when we look back at our young selves and say things like, “Aaaah… look at us! Remember that place?! Look how young we were!”

And when that moment comes, decades from now, will this website actually still be here to remind me? I certainly hope so, but if I’m honest, I don’t fully expect it to. To me, this has always been difficult. How to “do” memories like this, given the new digital age that we live in. It’s just not as solid. Not as predictable. Yes yes, everyone knows this, and much hand-wringing has already been done. And yet, sometimes I wonder if any of us have really had enough time on this side of the “digital divide” to appreciate the full impact yet. That won’t come for decades. So I guess for now, instead of fretting about whether my memories will be preserved properly, I try to remind myself of the real truth: the memories themselves ARE permanent, even if the documentation may not be.

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January 25th, 2018

January 25th, 2018

Food is beautiful.

October 2008. Voigtländer.

A snowy New Year’s Day

Our first adventure into Olympic National Park

January 25^th, 2018

January 25^th, 2018