I picked up this new camera in Tampa. Saved inside today are just fifty-seven...
57 Snapshots of life. Of a child at the beginning, of a mother, of a father, of a couple before the beginning and of others living life. Fifty-seven. Pictures into a world. From a a home in the warmth to a holiday of love to a celebration of time. There are fifty-seven glimpses through a keyhole to which no one key perfectly fits, but which unlock the mystery of a life well lived.
Fifty and seven.
There are fifty-seven moments caught forever. Frozen for all time. Showing love. Showing joy. Showing exhilaration. Some even showing bliss.
But of these fifty-seven, each one tells a story with one common thread. One theme which is forever constant. Which weaves in and out and through and through.
Fifty-seven frames. Each a moment in time. Each a display of the sheer power that can only be understood...
... when you understand love.
Let us understand. When we do...
fifty-seven becomes infinite.
Goodnight, friends. From Washington, DC where it is indeed very cold... and where the fire warms.