Moments come, moments go, people enter and exit your life, some are meant to stay.
And that's why pictures are very precious to me. If you know me at all, ever since I discovered the wonders of point-and-shoot cameras (and can afford one), I've never really left home without it. Almost obsessed.
First came the hailstorm of phones with a camera but without Instagram
And then Instagram opened up the floodgates of opportunities to Android users after cementing its popularity amongst Apple users. Its gravitational pull was undeniable. My first foray into Instagram was? The air-conditioning remote control that was sitting beside me when I downloaded the app. Ah well.
Everyone could then start recording everything important, or mundane, in his or her lives and let them live forever in electronic or paper form. If you want to remain in the game, amp up your everyday activities. Like this fist pump.
And this cute (it's supposed to be evil but...) OK, evil note.
It allows me to backdate humorous moments too. Now, I can take a picture of a picture and show it off to my friends without lugging my photo albums around with me. Yay? 😁
There was also a mind-numbing uptick in usage in social sites like Facebook. The app was so ingrained in people (my age) that when I told my friends that I no longer have the Facebook app on my phone, stunned faces looked back at me. Like I deleted my entire life.
But even before Instagram sneaked its way into my life, I've always had a fascination with capturing special moments on camera. Hence, my first camera was actually a selfie-camera by Nikon. I've got a good reason for making such a purchase. Most of the time, I am alone with my kids and there wouldn't be anyone we can ask to help us take pictures. Selfies are also more natural, the way I see it. Well...it used to be, anyway.
Nothing is written in stone, I know, but there are some things that holds more value than a Facebook or Instagram picture.
I don't know about you but I make it a point to print out hard copies of the pictures that I take and place them in a conventional photo album reminiscent of the 1950s or 1960s. Nothing beats flipping through those photos with a sweet smile on your face as you recall people who have graciously entered (and exited) your life.
It also allowed us to capture people who and moments that will never come around again. Some pictures never make it online and because of that, I clutch them closer to my chest.
People come, people go. That's the way the world is and it will forever remain this way. One thing's for sure, though - memories have a longer shelf life. The pictures we capture are just slivers of time encapsulated in a warp. But memories live on.
It's been months but I still find myself thinking about Ann who had passed on after a fight with cancer. Of course, reality has sunk in by now, but it's not something you forget so easily. If I say I'm over it, I would be lying.
People don't disappear so suddenly and easily from human memory. I hope I never forget. I can still hear her loud guffaw and her calling me a crazy person in my head. Her young life ended too soon and it's funny how we always say we never saw it coming and yet, even when we saw it coming, we refused to believe it?
Today would have been my young, deceased cousin's birthday and I want her to know that we remember. We're thinking of her. Here's wishing my cousin a Happy Birthday if she was still alive. In our hearts, she still is, anyway.
Don't run so much, you siow lang
Marsha
And that's why pictures are very precious to me. If you know me at all, ever since I discovered the wonders of point-and-shoot cameras (and can afford one), I've never really left home without it. Almost obsessed.
First came the hailstorm of phones with a camera but without Instagram
And then Instagram opened up the floodgates of opportunities to Android users after cementing its popularity amongst Apple users. Its gravitational pull was undeniable. My first foray into Instagram was? The air-conditioning remote control that was sitting beside me when I downloaded the app. Ah well.
Everyone could then start recording everything important, or mundane, in his or her lives and let them live forever in electronic or paper form. If you want to remain in the game, amp up your everyday activities. Like this fist pump.
And this cute (it's supposed to be evil but...) OK, evil note.
It allows me to backdate humorous moments too. Now, I can take a picture of a picture and show it off to my friends without lugging my photo albums around with me. Yay? 😁
There was also a mind-numbing uptick in usage in social sites like Facebook. The app was so ingrained in people (my age) that when I told my friends that I no longer have the Facebook app on my phone, stunned faces looked back at me. Like I deleted my entire life.
But even before Instagram sneaked its way into my life, I've always had a fascination with capturing special moments on camera. Hence, my first camera was actually a selfie-camera by Nikon. I've got a good reason for making such a purchase. Most of the time, I am alone with my kids and there wouldn't be anyone we can ask to help us take pictures. Selfies are also more natural, the way I see it. Well...it used to be, anyway.
Nothing is written in stone, I know, but there are some things that holds more value than a Facebook or Instagram picture.
I don't know about you but I make it a point to print out hard copies of the pictures that I take and place them in a conventional photo album reminiscent of the 1950s or 1960s. Nothing beats flipping through those photos with a sweet smile on your face as you recall people who have graciously entered (and exited) your life.
It also allowed us to capture people who and moments that will never come around again. Some pictures never make it online and because of that, I clutch them closer to my chest.
People come, people go. That's the way the world is and it will forever remain this way. One thing's for sure, though - memories have a longer shelf life. The pictures we capture are just slivers of time encapsulated in a warp. But memories live on.
It's been months but I still find myself thinking about Ann who had passed on after a fight with cancer. Of course, reality has sunk in by now, but it's not something you forget so easily. If I say I'm over it, I would be lying.
People don't disappear so suddenly and easily from human memory. I hope I never forget. I can still hear her loud guffaw and her calling me a crazy person in my head. Her young life ended too soon and it's funny how we always say we never saw it coming and yet, even when we saw it coming, we refused to believe it?
Today would have been my young, deceased cousin's birthday and I want her to know that we remember. We're thinking of her. Here's wishing my cousin a Happy Birthday if she was still alive. In our hearts, she still is, anyway.
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When someone means something to you, they live on.We'll see you when we see you again, Ann,
Don't run so much, you siow lang
Marsha
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