A slow Sunday, spent meandering the morning minutes. Looking through the thousands of pictures I have taken in the last couple of months. I have camera cards filled with vacations and candid shots that I don't have the time to sift through.
I know that people must get tired of the rather minimal scope of my subjects - my family. I can broaden that a bit at times, when I spend the energy, but I barely have the time left in me to be doing what I'm doing now.
The idea of more is just that.
I'm not unhappy, at all. I know how to fashion my critiques to my liking. I'm afraid if I don't exercise that part of me then I might lose it to the inevitabilities of natural selection. I want to make sure I pass down the joy of analysis and treasure of doubt to my son.
We're going to go do things today, all of us, fun stuff. I promise.
Bubble gum machine, I love you.
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