Snaps albumed leave hazy memories of experiences passed. What meaning is held by an image if there is no recollection of presence? Preservation remains a time suck if clicking was more so the memory than living.
An acolyte may remedy conflicts of time, but only if one can afford them for more than a dime. And, given cart blanche to pic what they deem signif, framed trees when aweing bergs could lead to a miff.
Protecting soles requires some dubbin and some shoes, but keeping souls bright needs mindful moments with less ruse. So, Polaroid here and there, but ensure the eyes’ lens still take in their share. ; )