“In the end it’s not about how many breaths you took. In the end it’s about the moments that took your breath away.” ― Volksweisheitheit
If I could stop time, it would be for moments and pictures like this. An afternoon fog lies on the lake calling curious young grandsons to check it out. First, there are three quietly walking on to the dock. From a short distance, we adults just watch them as they enter their private world of discovery. What do they see, we wonder, but are content to just observe. Another grandson joins them to see what they are looking at. A turtle? The loch ness monster? The youngest child who has been taking pictures all day, and some good ones, I might add, ignores his buddies and photographs the beauty. As they head back to the car, one grandson remains for one last look while our son walks down to join him.
Another special moment in time.