Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Those little feet didn't stand a chance

Deerfield Beach, FL
January 2012

These are my son's footsteps (a series, get it?*) that lasted for, I'm guessing, four waves before they were forever wiped from the face of the earth. Not long after we left this place, any evidence that he had been here had vanished.

Sure, the picture freezes things somewhat, renders them a little more permanent. But even then, it's a virtual process, eventually doomed to similar disappearance when the web server is taken offline, when the power fails, when technology inevitably leaves this platform behind. We've learned, sometimes the hard way, that nothing lasts forever, so we're left to cherish whatever somethings we have for as long as we possibly can. And even when they're gone, they're still ours to remember if we try hard enough.

The waves may have taken his footsteps away. But when I close my eyes and remember that day we all spent together, it's as real as it ever was.

Your turn: How do you hold onto fleeting moments?

* Head here for more Thematic series.


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Reminds me of building sand castles at the beach. How big and ornate could one be built, before the tide comes in to claim it?

Kavi said...

Its best stored in the mind ! Perhaps tied in with a snap or two !