pictures

                      
              pictures define america and our lives, it captures, inspires, preserves the heart of america, the world, and most importantly our lives. flipping through a photo album is closest we could ever get to time travel, i love pictures, theyre the wordless stories of our lives, an ancesrty of your family. today i was skipping rocks in missouri, and a few hours later i found myself sitting in front of my computer spilling my thoughts onto a blank page waiting to be formed, created, painted by words artisticly so that when your reading this paragraph not only seeing these words you see a picture in your mind of something you could only remember through a photo. photos for over two hundred years has been the only closest thing we have had to time travel, the only thing weve had letting us relive memories. i remember as a young kid walking the trails of rifle falls, a forest that closely resembles heaven to me, a state park of memories to me, i remember walking through those trails, not knowing where i was even going, but trusting these trails to guide me, photographs guide as well, when i look at the photos of rifle falls, and i look at the date, 1999, or 1998, or 1997, i could almost shed a tear, time has flown by soo soo quickly, time slips through our hands like sand, no matter how hard you squeeze your hand in hopes to obtain the sand and keep it there, it slips through, the same with time, the forever ticking hand of time continuously progressing, but...one thing can stop the hands of time, pictures. you begin dying since the day you are born, one day lived is a day closer to death, but when your gone, you never die, there will always be a trace leading to you, starting with pictures. so as your reading this, stop. stop reading, pull out your phone or camera, and take a picture, of something you want to remember or be remembered for til the day you die and beyond the grave.