crimsondeath

::Appologizing in advance for the long winded entry::

For me, the worst part of having to pack up all of your shit to get ready for a move, is the flood of memories that come rushing back. All of those little tid-bits of ourselves that have been buried over the course of time. The good memories that we've neglected over the years and the latter which we've tried to move past & forget.

But thats the beauty of the timeless photograph. They can help us to unlock the mysteries of the mind. No matter how long ago a photo was taken, it'll always dredge up some memory of days past. Whether it's my baby pictures or some of the pictures I've captured over the years, I'm always hit with some distant memory of life.

Some of the happier times...
Me in my devil costume as a kid, I was so cute. Whatever happened
All 9 of the cats and kittens and the dog I had when I was 1ish. I miss them....
Me playin' on my E.T. scooter thing, it was the coolest thing ever.
A set of pictures I took a year ago at Kueka Lake of a beautiful 3 tier waterfall, that is an extremely magical place. I used to play and hike around this place all of the time.
Pictures from 7th grade when I went to London, I'm dying to go back.

And on that note, I'm gonna stop writing before I get too sappy and start thinking of some of the less desirable memories...