Seth’s World View

The past is often muddled, and words I remember often aren’t pleasant. The past, it’s subjective.

I went through my old photos tonight, starting with those produced during my junior year photography class. They weren’t very good. And so I see how far I’ve come, and how much I loved the darkroom.

Other images made me smile. And photos from camp, ah, grin.

Images of me, not as I remember myself, better than I remember.

The power of images…