The memories we made, they will, NEVER, EVER fade away, translated…
The old photographs, I’d taken to the film studios to get them developed, then, placed them one by one, into the photo albums to keep; these photos were mostly from my wife and I after midlife, the tracks that we’d left, traveling to all the places, they’re good keepsakes! Because I’d worried, that the pictures would turn yellow, recently, I’d, scanned them all into my computer.
these are, the priceless memories we kept…photo from online…
My wife and I shared similar interests, when we have the time, we’d gone out to hike up the mountains, trips to the outdoors, or camping, and, after the years, we’d, accumulated, album after album, after album’s worth of memories shared! But, many years had, passed, and, a lot of the scenic were, destroyed by nature or humans, we can’t find the way they looked back again.
Like how that very first time, we’d shared a picture with the statue of Mr. Yo-Jen Yu at the main peak of Jade Mountain, but not there long thereafter, the statue was, replaced with a plaque that said, “Main Peak of Jade Mountain”; when we climbed up the main peaks of Snowy Mountain, along with the 369 Estates, there was the red rows of maple trees, beautiful, beyond imagination! Later, there was a forest fire, that destroyed most of the trees, such a shape. And there was that setting sun we both caught, hiking toward the 99 Villas toward Dabarjien Mountains………
the memories, priceless! Photo from online…
One day, my wife pointed to the old photos and asked me, “Do you still recall what year it was we’d had this shot?” I couldn’t recollect in the moment, so I’d, guessed, “Between 1997 and 1998?”, she’d looked doubtful immediately, and stated, “The bridge, the resting place, the hut, the waterfall, and that crystal clear creek, all of these natural things were, already, buried beneath that last mudslide.” I’d taken a second look, yup, Typhoon Herb came in 1996, and the following year, we’d made a trip out to all these places, and as we looked on the sights, we became, emotional, and I’d written in my journal after arriving home, that “God is still angry”.
Blame me for not paying enough attention, the photos I got developed weren’t labeled by the dates, and, they’d blurred out in my memories, but, because of this, the two of us would often, think back to the time, when the photos were taken, like we’d, found that wonderful time we’d shared from don’t know when again.
So, this is the way, you’d documented the trips you’d taken with your wife, you’d made the memories, kept the photos of your hiking trips together, and, you two loved taking the photos out from time to time, to remember the fun you’d had, the times you’d shared, and the two of you became better connected, through sorting through these old photographs…
Life, the Obstacle Course 