Above image: One Saturday night (July 14, 2012) in my apartment with friends.
Have you ever had a night where you stopped yourself cold and thought — Damn, I’m going to remember this for as long as I live. — ?
If you have, then you know all too well what follows it; the morning after, and every passing morning after that, the memory travels further and further from you. You feel its presence but you struggle to know it as clear as you once did. The thrill of the moment always passes, the details always blur and fade.
Lucky for me that this time, when I stopped myself and had my thoughts, I matched it with a quick reach for my camera. This time I would snap a couple shots for longevity’s sake.