It’s funny how fuzzy my memory is. There’s so many gaps over the years where there’s just…nothing. And it’s getting worse the older I get.

Knowing my predisposition for “losing time” is what started me clicking the shutter button to begin with. I wanted documentation of events in my life to help keep me attached to my mind for as long as I could be.

Over the years of capturing moments I’ve taken breaths in, as well as have them taken away, I recently noticed a thing of me capturing my place in time. To the point where I capture where my feet are. And looking over these images, despite how it often takes a bit to jog my memory concerning many things, so many of these moments are right there…still very much attached to me.

The track at my son’s high school. He was having band practice.

One of my favorite trails. The entire time I had one artist playing in my ears as I took my first long venture in the woods after my panic attack. It took a year to even accomplish.

A little spot that’s a good drive away. My nerves were high walking on the edge.

The backyard during the winter we got 16 inches of snow.

I have to remind myself to look up often. To not keep my focus on the ground as I take steps forward. But my eyes still wonder down. And spotting this proved it has its moments.

My beloved furry baby who followed me everywhere, more so after he developed seizures. This was after they started. He wouldn’t even let me stand on the back walkway without him.

Walking my favorite trail, until I stick worked it’s way into the hole I had worn on the bottom of my pant leg. My son thought it was hilarious because beforehand he kept telling me to pick up the feet instead of dragging them.

Movie night. We were waiting on the oldest so we could all go watch Stephen King’s IT together. Was one of my favorite nights in existence.

Was so incredibly cold and windy that day. There was a sheet of ice covering the water.

The first house we owned. The last house my dad would live in. It’s a place that had a lot of bad vibes, but I couldn’t help but love because it was our first true home.

Same view after I signed the property over to the city. It was a very difficult and extremely heartbreaking decision to come to, but sadly there were far too many reasons that deemed the property uninhabitable.

Making friends with a stray at a local park.
I remember where it was. But nothing else really stuck with me in that moment.

The same place as the previous shot. Just a different location. Nothing else sparks a memory though.

One of my favorite places. The Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah. A lot of love was felt here.

Further down the road in Utah, I paused at seeing all the footprints before me at Dinosaur National Monument Park.

The local playground we took off early from school to enjoy.

The college stadium that hosted one of my son’s many band tournaments. My bag that I stitched Wooderson on played second fiddle to the epicness experienced there.

Illinois’ version of The Garden of the Gods. A truly gorgeous place that cleanses the soul.

The location itself wasn’t remarkable…a Lowe’s…but the moment was rather memorable.

The escalator at a science center I could spend all day in.

My first indoors sporting event. A college basketball tournament in Indiana. Was such a blasty blast.

While waiting on mechanics to repair our truck, their shop cat came over to say hi. Was dingy white and had ice blue eyes. Was a beautiful and calming few hours.

There was a running joke that I would burst into flames if I ever step foot in a church. This day I took that leap of faith as the sun was coming through stain glass windows, projecting a fiery reflection onto the wood floor.

I have an idea of where I was. But I’m not 100% sure to be honest.

The trees of California. Donner Pass to be specific. There could easily be a lot of vibes in that place. But I felt nothing but peace and love. I left a part of my heart there.


So. For now my memory is attached to where I’ve planted my feet long enough to click the shutter button. For the most part anyway. Revisiting these I can see why it was a thing, even if I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing at the time. They’re like a time machine. Providing medicine to the heart, soul, and bless it…my weakening mind. I’m hoping images like this will always take me back to where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.