This morning I walked just after the rain ended. It was magical seeing the fresh washed world. Fading rose canes arched across a fence and diamonds of rain drops followed each branch. I stopped to take a picture with my cellphone. I was reminded that some of the most amazing pictures in my life were only captured on the camera of my memory.
I remember seeing trees gowned in crystal after a sudden hard frost when someone left their sprinklers on. Backpacking in the Sierras we rounded a bend and a small perfect blue lake was surrounded my pink granite boulders and bright green pine trees. I remember the look of wonder and trust in the eyes of my newborn. All are vivid photos - but non captured on film.
Cellphones are miracles of capturing now - but memories are forever.