I don’t really like Valentine’s Day. I don’t have anything against it; it’s just not my thing or David’s, so we just don’t celebrate it. Yesterday consisted of being outside his garage, talking in the moonlight, with frequent visits of his neighbor’s dog, drinking sprite, taking pictures, a lot of hugging and when-we-get-married talk. I loved it. I love him. Possibly my favorite Valentine’s Day so far. How was yours?
This year has been pretty good so far. Can’t wait to see what else it has in store.
2015 was good to me too. I lost people, I met people. I probably cried more times than I laughed, if I must be honest. But I treasure it. It taught me a lot of things, especially to not stress over the little things and that everything happens for a reason. Two very important things to remember in this life.
Anyway, friends. I hope you have a very good Monday night. Cherish every moment you can!!
i have to give her props, taking pictures with a film camera is a little challenging at times. some are blurry, but i like em though. reminds me of how those old mexican movies looked. and it reminds me of my abuelo cuz he would always be watching them every time i would visit him. good memories. and good pictures, mother.
p.s: i got this little canon point-and-shoot, 35mm camera because i wanted something small to capture moments with. this is the first film i develop from it. i love it already.
my grandfather was really fond of photography. he lived from march 1932 to this past june; 83 strong years. to this day my family and I are still discovering pictures he had stashed in different briefcases, bags, and folders from many years ago; some only his eyes had seen. we’ve also found several cameras that not even my grandma knew he owned. she said he would buy a camera and hide it from her because she would get mad at him for purchasing yet another camera. oh, grandpa. i get you. i, too, am obsessed with different cameras.
grandma’s recent discovery were a few photos which she believes are from the 50s, meaning my grandfather was in his early twenties when these were taken. it makes me happy to be able to see what he saw when he was about the same age as I am today.
these two photos above are from a bridge that was placed temporarily after a massive flood destroyed the actual bridge that united the mexican-american border on our town.
you don’t know how grateful i am that he took these photos. they are amazing. they give me an opportunity to picture what it would’ve been like to live in those times. it’s almost like experiencing it. thank you so much grandpa.