First Love

When I first took up photography and bought my first SLR, I headed to the park where I knew there would be countless opportunities to capture great shots.  There were plants and shrubs, little critters and fish.  The plants and flowers were cooperative enough.  The fish weren't.  And of all the other creatures there, the dragonfly was the most cooperative.  Left alone, they sit motionlessly on thin stalks over the lily pads, waiting for me to capture the right moment in the right light.

So today, I dedicate this photo to the first dragonfly which posed ever so patiently for me.  That dragonfly, long gone back to the Maker, was captured on 35mm film and lost somewhere in my multitude of photos.  But tucked away in my memory, is that day I spent in the park going through a few rolls of film before calling it a day.

It's the same with first loves.  We don't really remember the date or every single detail.  But we remember the moments.  And long after it is over, when the hair turns grey, we still remember.

We do not really forget because memories are what make our lives special.

I still remember.