kim faires photography + stuff
Wherein I (sometimes) post one or more photos I’ve taken, and write about ‘em. Each and every (occasional) Friday. * * *
A mountain of Kodachrome memories.
And then I found the slides.
Six boxes. Some two-hundred tiny celluloid windows into the past.
I’m not sure I want to go there.
It has crossed my mind to throw them away. Sight unseen. To stop memory’s fingers from playing all over the surface of my heart. To prevent her from clutching and tugging at the corners of those long-quiet spaces.
I’m not sure what to do.
Do I jump into that maelstrom, choose a handful to keep (like I did with the other photos), and then get the f**k out of Dodge?
Or do I just toss them wholesale? Forget about ’em. Trust that any worthy memories already reside firmly within me.
Trust in the present. Trust that I am enough.
Trust that I don’t need little exterior caskets in which to trap my reminiscences.
Hm. I still don’t know what to do.