A picture is worth a thousand words. Some tell a longer story.
The image… person, place, or thing, is never ordinary.
While looking through a lens, someone makes a snap decision,
And forever captures everything within that narrow vision.
Decade after decade can come then disappear.
Everything is different, but the vision remains clear.
Most pictures tell a story that will change with each new teller.
It can bring few words to mind… or be a new best seller.
I treasure all the pictures I found from my childhood.
Stored in a little wooden box, their quality’s still good.
These days we snap hundreds but we barely take a look.
We don’t save the special ones in a photo book.
We store them on the web where they remain neglected.
And never look again at those treasures we’ve collected.
If you lose those precious visions someday you’ll be sorry.
Because without the vision you might forget the story.
Yes a picture’s worth a thousand words to you and those you know.
They bring back all the memories of good times long ago.
A favorite picture of two of my granddaughters, Olivia and Charlie
Ryan Constance, granddaughter
Grandson, Hudson with my hat on.
Billy and I flew to California after I ran the Boulder Bolder in Denver. Mom snapped this picture of me with Gus when I got off the plane.