We’ve all seen ourselves hundreds of times, in current trends, in past settings. But with all this viewing, how enveloped is your living? Senses go starving in an attempt to remember moments we claimed unforgettable.

We dig through old albums to smell, hear, and feel moments. Beyond the superficial satiation of sight, a quality photograph ignites a vision of a moment departed, as it preserves time. Scents, flavors, songs, and memories ebb and flow as the pendulum swings back and forth, and back again.

Each night, a new moon marks the ending of an aged day. And because time belongs to no one, we grab for it in handfuls, and stuff each cherished minute into shallow pockets of memory. Yet with all these stolen moments in pocket, we cannot protect what hasn’t been sealed.  How many favorite moments have already escaped us? How many details and stories are already gone?

In a world thriving off anti-aging pills, I propose you treat yourself to authentic preservation. Preserve what’s important; a time to remember, and time to be remembered.

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