Time is strange. A leisurely January afternoon in the mid-70s, for example. The same afternoon being exactly one day after Alexa's birthday and one day before Dad's birthday. The sun sparkling on the water. Alternately being lazy, lying on a bed of green grass on a cliff and walking around to do some whale watching.
I think we were tired when we went to The Hill that day, but I can't really be sure. I just remember this brief moment in time, one that passed way too quickly, and now it feels so far away even though it was just a few weeks ago. Time is tricky like that.
One day it's your baby's first birthday. The next it's your Dad's 62nd. Day after day passes by, adding up to years and faded memories.
Like I said, time is strange. It seems to pass so fast, yet when I look at these photos, I'm transported back to what feels like a moment trapped in perpetuity, floating in space, just waiting to be remembered however it is I want to remember it. Forever.