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A photograph is captured forever !


Watch this video, a combination of some movie scenes that depict the role of photography in our lives, so beautifully.

"A good snapshot keeps a moment that's gone from running away" - Eudora Welty


That's right...I've often thought if I had a photo to remember some places or some faces. Don't we always remember the things that are special to us ? And I believe that a photo could bring those memories to life !


This is not about 'photography'; but the 'photos', that could reel us to the most cherished memories...

Detailings...Smiles...Emotions...
It contains everything ! A photo shows us what we were or were not at that particular time. Sometimes even a handful of good moments that we have forgotten.


A photograph is captured forever. We can keep our favourite times in our hands for the rest of our lives. 

I always do remember to take a snap of my most favorite moments. Whenever I remember those moments, I do watch it and it indeed makes me so happy.


I also regret those moments which I couldn't capture. Still regrets those moments or persons I missed to capture.

Nowadays, we have mobile phones and cameras in our hands. Then why don't you just capture the moments that bring you the most joy ? Why not keep it with you for the rest of your life ?

Some might be believing in 'live at the moment' and I'm not against it. Yet...wouldn't it be nice to have some photos ?


To know how dear some are to us...to understand what certain things have carved in our minds...to see all the love and laughter of that day...

Take some pictures ! Take some candids !
With your loved ones...your dearest friends...your loving parents...! Favoutite places...things...laughs...gifts...times...
Make a copy of all your favorites to remember everything without forgetting it.

Because, life may end, but those memories last forever !


Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking you :)



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