How does a moment become a memory?

Moving from place to place, different impressions, scents and thoughts pass through your live every day. Where have I been yesterday? Where will I be tomorrow? It is hard to find the answer to those questions.

Trying to remember all the good moments and the hard times. The struggles I resolved and the lovely people that I met. Trying to hold on to that instant where I took sight of a new place for the very first time.

Which moments will become a memory? Which ones will I loose and forget forever?

Aren’t photos a way of trying to capture a moment forever? Painting the picture of an instant, just to remember it later. Holding in your hands a proof of what you have seen or lived. Words are another one painting the moment, recalling the the sounds and smells of the unknown, now far away.

Then which photos which words that you take and write on a trip do you like the most? Which ones do you really go through again, later?

As long as I remember I have always found it very difficult to take photos during travels. Meanwhile my words were only for myself. Written down into a slowly disintegrating moleskin sketchbook…

How are my moments becoming a memory then?

This time I wanted to try something different. Write it down!

Because after any journey long or short, when I think back and remember all the different places, people, memories. It would be lovely to have something to look at.

Maybe because in those melancholic moments, looking back, I would like to see a proof that it has been once a real moment and not just a dream.