I was going through my archives looking for something in particular when I found these images. I didn't think much about them when I first downloaded them.  These are from our trip home to Ireland to see Granny last summer.  But now I was finding myself being pulled to them.  Not because they are stellar images but because they form a memory and a short story of childhood; running barefoot throughout the thick Irish grass carefree and happy.  This is why I take so many pictures.  There are a million moments that make up a day and we can't possible remember all of them.  Many times you don't think they are memories worth remembering but you document anyway.  I mean she is just running through the grass what's to remember.  But put all of them together and it's like a little time capsule...a time preserved forever.

I saw her out in the field from Granny's kitchen window. It all started here. I had nothing else to do, so I just went out after her and clicked away.  I am so glad I did.