31 July 2013
I’ve been spending the morning moving pictures from iPhoto to my external hard drive, categorizing all of the photos into folders with dates/place names/people. It made me realize: we did have a honeymoon. We spent a week in New York City last summer at my cousin’s house, went to see a play, went out to lunch with friends, had nice dinners together. I loved this cafe called Mud, where we took Sarah to lunch. It was a honeymoon, and many people would consider NYC to be a very exotic destination.
This is why we take pictures: to remember what we’ve seen, done, and loved.
Sometimes our life reminds me
of a forest in which there is a graceful clearing
and in that opening a house,
an orchard and garden,
comfortable shades, and flowers
red and yellow in the sun, a pattern
made in the light for the light to return to.
The forest is mostly dark, its ways
to be made anew day after day, the dark
richer than the light and more blessed,
provided we stay brave
enough to keep on going in.
— from The Country of Marriage by Wendell Berry