One dark cold morning I headed out with Ralph for our usual early walk. Now more often that not I take out my "big" camera but this particular day in a rush I left without it. Arriving at the fields the atmosphere was beautiful, aqua frost illuminated the grass, mist lingered in the valleys and the soft pastel colour in the sky was loverly. Kicking myself for not bringing the camera I reached to my pocket hoping at least to find my phone, and after berating myself for a while I walked and casually "snapped" the views as we completed our little ramble.
Looking back at my snaps and enjoying reliving the morning this got me thinking does my photography matter, who does it matter to, well no one apart from myself in reality. While its good to have positive comments from social media sites images are well forgotten after the click. But to me each image is a memory, a place I've visited perhaps for the first time, perhaps many times. I'm always able to look back feeling the cold or the warm sun the sense of excitement of being out and about.
So next time whatever form of camera I have I'll enjoy the moment and capture that new memory an experience to look back fondly on.
