Unseen Photos

We just returned from beautiful Central Oregon. I took several photos of the piney country in such an artsy manner that the mountains looked like pointy cupcakes frosted in what we used to call 7-minute frosting. The sky above and around them was knock out yonder blue and a few shots had stringy clouds dancing in frayed conga lines just here and there. And the shots of the grandgirls playing in the water captured pixie happy faces through bubbles and swirls of spray. The best shot was one Amy took of the girls with us as we lounged in our gigantic vacation bed one morning.

On the same scan card were pictures of sweatered trees in Seattle, friends sipping coffee in the early morning Elliot Bay air, and some much treasured shots of my favorite Woodland relatives at our recent Aunts Picnic not to mention those rare photos of my old friends in Stayton from a recent visit we took for a walkette in their beautiful Wilderness Park.

Of course, I did. . .I got too smarty pants with my techy camera and somehow deleted all, every single one of those good photos. My life memories are just as easy to lose these days as they are to capture and as simple as technology seems to be, I need to remember not to get too confident with my words and pictures.

(The photo above was taken with my cell phone. Not all was lost.)