Those places we call home. We know them by heart, and our breath synchronizes with its wind. We know their lights and the way the sun sets. We know the sound of our feet and the smell of the air. We know their noises and how the grillons and frogs chirp in the night. We know how well we see the stars, and the way the grass moves under the soft wind.
It's all about how we feel. Emotions. Memories. It's all that will be left after today. So I take pictures, to remember, for later, when everything will be different and all I'll have will be pieces of paper, and some parts of my memory.