I am not a fan of having my picture taken,unless its a selfie that has been attempted many times and edited until I am happy with it.
Our Dad was always snapping photos, random moments when we weren’t looking or weren’t camera ready.
I would often take his phone and say ‘oh dad thats awful, delete that one or please don’t put that on facebook’.
Looking back does any of that matter? Who cares if an image of me was captured when I felt I wasn’t looking my best? Those pictures are moments in time,memories captured right in the moment. Moments we will never get back again.
There comes a time in our lives when photographs are the only visual representation of loved ones and life itself, be in the photos, be happy, be impulsive, be present.
Have those moments to look back on, to laugh, to cry, to remember but mostly to love.❤x