The trip to the Bahamas was great.  Short, but great.  So great in fact that Tuesday morning, I nearly forgot I was home and just wanted to be on the beach.  I want to keep the tan, of course, but it will fade.

Something about these photos reminded me of a couple things.  When I was a child, I would go to the sea with my parents for vacation. We have all kinds of black and white photos of those trips.  They were in black and white not because that was cool or anything, but because that was all we had money for.  But I love those photos as photos, as they are tonal and beautiful.  And hey, who doesn’t want their childhood photos to be in beautiful black and white.

The feeling I wanted to capture here is a faded vacation memory.  A memory that is going away.  Not gone yet, but not clear anymore.

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