Lens

I hate taking pictures.  No picture day packets, no yearbooks, no selfies. I’m not photogenic, smiling is unnatural for me, and my eye is wonky.

I’ve also been blessed with a great memory.  Taking a picture compares not to a moment beautifully illustrated in my mind.  Maybe it’s a romantic notion.  Maybe I’m just old.  But taking my phone out has never been a reflex I’ve had.  I think it takes away from doing real life in real time.

Yesterday was Miles’ birthday.  He’s out of town right now hanging out with his girlfriend and visiting friends in South Texas, better known as Puro 956.  I was scrolling through my phone looking at pictures of him, pictures of us.  It was selfish and egotistical.  More pictures equals more life to share.  I should have taken more pictures.  A lot more.