I’m back where I grew up for an extended holiday stay. While I’ve been here, I’ve been walking through the grounds as the whether permits, visiting the barn cats and letting my eye wander to things that remind me of my childhood. (At least the winter months of that childhood.)
Soon, however, I realized what a futile endeavor this was. Pictures can’t convey smells of cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven or the feeling of sub-zero air on laughter-flushed cheeks. When I’m involved in the moment – be it opening presents or shouting at the TV with my dad as a Packers pull out a narrow victory – the last thing I think of is grabbing the phone to take a picture. I’m not yet a skilled enough photographer to gather all the energy and emotion of real life into two-dimensional images. And it turns out that snow can be really hard to photograph well.
So this isn’t everything that happened, and nothing close to the most important bits, but simply where I chose to focus my camera lens during this last week of 2013.
All of these photos were taken by me, on an iPhone, and run through an assortment of Instagram filters. For explanatory/witty/clarifying commentary to each, you can see more at www.instagram.com/loradow