I realized today that I’ve been avoiding taking pictures. In the past I was a total shutterbug…always the one behind the lens, capturing all the moments of life. It’s almost as if I’m not there, because I’m missing from all the photos.
After taking the photos I took great pride using my digital art skills manipulating the photos and creating desktops and scrapbook pages. I have an entire external hard drive full of them. And the frames full of those photos...too many to mention.
But I don’t take photos any more. I don’t do digital art. I don’t frame things.
My view through the lens is incomplete.
Steve is missing.
And I can’t imagine a photo without him.