One day it'll make sense

A couple years ago I made the decision to take more pictures. Not just take pictures of what I'm eating, or a cool place I'm at, but to take pictures of important moments and print them. It all started when I was going through my moms photo albums looking for a picture of my dad with a mullet. Doing so, I realized that I don't want to not be able to look back on my life. I would hate for everything to be stored on a phone and have nothing physical. I love looking at pictures with my mom and seeing how different things were.

When I first started I remember going to Target for a photo album and asking an employee where they were at and he said they only had one option because people just don't print photos anymore. As of right now I almost have 2 whole photo albums full. I know doing this isn't for everyone, but I do suggest it. I always say if you keep something long enough it becomes vintage, and one day someone might say "look at these photos from the last century!"

I get all of my film developed at a family ran store called "Photo Shack" right by UNLV. It costs slightly more than doing it at Costco or Walmart but I like supporting a local company. 

A lot of the pictures I take don't all make sense, but they aren't supposed to. To me they make sense, and one day it'll all just be another memory. Who knows maybe one day far from now, my kids will be looking through my photo album looking for a picture of their mom surviving 2020, or the time she was a Lifeguard one summer. You never know.

Flindt Landing

In 2019 I went on an 11 day fishing trip with my dad. A million years ago (maybe just 25) my dad said him and my uncle went to Flindt Landing for the first time and said one day when they had kids, they'd come back. Fast forward and I went with my dad, two uncles, and 9 boy cousins. I've usually always been the only girl because I'm the only one that enjoys fishing.

The place we went to was called Flindt Landing in Ontario Canada. Most people don't know about it, and the only reason my dad found the place was because an old lady from the little lake town he grew up in had told him that in the summer seasons she runs a fishing camp. Before she ran it, her father did and so on. The camp can only be reached my train (it only stops once a week), or by seaplane. Flindt Landing is so remote that there's no WiFi, cable, anything. If you have to call for help you have to call 911 through the radio. Everything in the cabins is ran on propane. The camp sits on one little island in the middle of a lake full of other little islands. 

For 11 days I was up before the Sun, ready to pull the anchor for my dad each day, and ate fish every way you can make it. I love how inventive the woman is who runs the camp. You pretty much have to be when your resources are so limited. The picture below is of my little cousin (the youngest of all of us) and he caught the largest fish of the season. The woman who runs the camp showed us that herself and her father had been keeping track of big fish as far back as the 50's! So for the summer of 2019 my 7 year old cousin caught the largest fish.We measured him on the boat, took a picture for proof, and tossed him back. Before the trip, we had all found out it takes those fish 17 years to get that big! Decided that maybe in a few more years we'd catch him again. I wouldn't go here every year, but every few years would be nice. Living so simply is good for the soul.

"Every kid needs a champion" -Rita Pierson

 I often think back on things I let slip away, or things I told myself I no longer have time for. Mostly activities I use to participate in. I use to run 5k's and practice running half marathons with my mom, and go to obstacle courses. When I was younger I use to love to paint and draw, and when I was in middle school I was in a school anime club. I would go to anime conventions and would practice writing books.

More often than not, I always wish I stuck with the artistic hobbies I let go. Myself, maybe like many of you, come from a very traditional family. You know, the one where you have to get a traditional well paying job. Truthfully, I think it's really normal for parents to want the best for you and to take the safe road. I think of all the occupations I told myself I wanted, and how I told myself no because they weren't "safe."

It's just something that slips my mind sometimes.

The not so smart debate team.

 Now I don't know about your friends, but mine love to "debate."

Mostly about topics that don't matter in the grand scheme of things, but the "debates" mostly resemble an argument. Some of the topics we've talked about include (hear me out) if the Earth is flat, the meaning of Deja Vu, and if dogs are actually color blind. More topics include things like why do we eat what we do? Like who saw a chicken pop an egg out and think to eat it? I myself always wonder why people chose to eat cows, versus eating an something else? By no means are any of our debates scholarly, but most of the time they are just interesting questions (well to us).

Do you yourself ever wonder things like this?