I like to take pictures of beautiful things (like trees) and weird things (like stacks of ravioli cans). But even more, I like to write way too many words that accompany these photos of weird and beautiful things. Because sometimes I need a bit of inspiration. Or a chance to virtually shout my gratitude for someone or something, or the lack of someone or something. Or a written-down memory to return to when I'm 95 years old and want to remember "the good ol' days." (But I'm hoping I'll still be having those then.)
Instagram has become a book diary of sorts. And it's okay to take a peek.
