I remember a moment when I stood on the California coast over 30 years
ago this summer. I was taking some pictures while out walking with
a new friend from Europe. She made a somewhat snide remark about Americans
and their penchant for cameras, "Kodak moments," and signs
that point out places to take pictures. As I recall, her thoughts
ran something along the line that she took mental pictures and did
not need a camera.
There were times when I agreed with her, but as I get older and
the images of time begin to fade, I am quite glad that I have so
many images to remind me of people and places I have visited.
However, I did learn over the years that mental recording is a
skill that you can develop and sharpen.
Sometimes it is automatic for me, those moments when I see something
like a harvest moon on the way to the airport. Other times it is
conscious, I know I am mentally recording.
The great thing about mental images is that you get to replay them,
especially when you are doing something boring and repetitive, like
There will be times when I write that there will be photographs
to encourage the memory. Other times, the memory is the photograph
For those who read and look, I'd like to say, thanks for dropping