J and I returned from our trip to Cozumel, Mexico over the weekend. There is no exhilaration like that of trudging over international and foreign lands to discover new worlds without and within yourself. I could not have asked for a better way to spend my 25th birthday, and his 26th.
We have more images than I even know what to do with, and the daunting task of organizing and labeling looms ahead of me. We brought along several different cameras, my DSLR, a GoPro, even a disposable camera so we could be sure to have physical memories in hand. So, a lot of work to be done.
I will be honest and tell you that I am a bit reluctant to do it. I want to savor the real memories, the smells, the stickiness of salt that clung to my skin, the crunchiness of my hair having been in the ocean for hours, even grinning at the outrageous tanlines I sustained - for as long as possible before giving over to the images that will one day be the best memories I have. For while I love everything about photography, about having photos and images of our adventures, I have come to discover that relying on them often reshapes the real memories I have. So forgive me, for taking so long to upload, to edit, and to post. I wish to revel the feel of white dusty sand on my feet, of rocking in hammocks, and the wild calls of Spanish birds just a bit longer.
