Photo's...

Looking at those photo's below really makes me wish we were back on holiday, back in the lakes, with nothing to do but whatever we wanted. Looking at the photo's of England's deepest (darkest) lake, Wastwater, with the grey road running its grey length: looking at the sun on the hills at Wastwaters' end, the hills which become Scafell pike, England's highest mountain: looking at my little girl trying (with a little success) to "swim" across to her mummy to give her a kiss, remembering how scared she was on the first few days, how she wouldn't even go in the water and then how she was on the last few days, when she would literally scream with excitement when in the pool, when she even pushed herself off the side of the pool into the water herself (saying to Becky "go!go away!" as is her recent naughty wont): memories are part of what makes photo's so special to those that took them I suppose, as they say, a picture speaks a thousand words: perhaps that would be a good idea for a new digital camera (maybe they exist), a camera that allows you to record some audio with a photo (which is embedded into the digital photo itself, into the exif data) to prevent those words fading with time? Maybe that photo that speaks a thousand words today will only speak a hundred in ten years time. And we've all seen those old photo's, a hundred years old, that speak no words, the ones that only make us think: Who were they? Where are they? So here's some more for me to remember the holiday by, and the top one's from today, a snowdrop (is it?) in Saltburn.