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As I was sitting here waiting for the next thing to happen, I realized that tonight would have been our 19 month anniversary if lee lee and I were still together. It may seem weird to anyone else, but I think we "celebrated" just about every month on the 5th. It was mainly my idea, but I'm not sure why. I could say that I'm sentimental, but judging by the gifts we gave each other, lee lee beat me in the thoughtfulness department by a large margin every time. Maybe I always understood the profound effect March 5th, 2005 has had on my life.

Last month, lee lee was at first reluctant to do anything on the 5th. She said she didn't know what we were celebrating at that point. I suggested we celebrate knowing each other for 18 months, and that seemed to be acceptable. We ate at Bertucci's and exchanged cards (and plants). It was a lovely night. But, oddly enough, I said it'd be the last monthly anniversary we should celebrate. I figured 18 months is a nice round number, and from then on we could just count the years. lee lee was surprised at my change of position and suggested that maybe we could still celebrate some of the monthly anniversaries. Oh, well...

legs by the window

I took some pictures when we got home — we liked the light coming through the windows that night. I suppose I can't show all of them, but they are some of my more abstract portraits of lee lee, and I really like them. Sadly, they'd be some of my last pictures of lee lee. I noticed the other day that I have 3,000 pictures of her (most of them are just candid daily life shots; no special occasion), or about a third of all of the pictures I've taken with this camera. Isn't that odd? And as a digital packrat, what am I to do with them now? They represent my creative obsession with her and my never-ending enthusiasm for photographing the same face, gestures, and situations over the course of our relationship. I never tired of photographing her, and she rarely stopped me (unless she was being serious in the dozens of pictures where she's flipping me the bird for taking a picture at an inappropriate time... but I doubt it).

Maybe I'll just stuff them away and look back on them someday when the scabs are gone and the scar has faded. But with my visual memory, that may not be possible.

As I was sitting here waiting for the next thing to happen, I realized that tonight would have been our 19 month anniversary if lee lee and I were still together. It may seem weird to anyone else, but I think we "celebrated" just about every month on the 5th. It was mainly my idea, but I'm not sure why. I could say that I'm sentimental, but judging by the gifts we gave each other, lee lee beat me in the thoughtfulness department by a large margin every time. Maybe I always understood the profound effect March 5th, 2005 has had on my life.

Last month, lee lee was at first reluctant to do anything on the 5th. She said she didn't know what we were celebrating at that point. I suggested we celebrate knowing each other for 18 months, and that seemed to be acceptable. We ate at Bertucci's and exchanged cards (and plants). It was a lovely night. But, oddly enough, I said it'd be the last monthly anniversary we should celebrate. I figured 18 months is a nice round number, and from then on we could just count the years. lee lee was surprised at my change of position and suggested that maybe we could still celebrate some of the monthly anniversaries. Oh, well...

legs by the window

I took some pictures when we got home — we liked the light coming through the windows that night. I suppose I can't show all of them, but they are some of my more abstract portraits of lee lee, and I really like them. Sadly, they'd be some of my last pictures of lee lee. I noticed the other day that I have 3,000 pictures of her (most of them are just candid daily life shots; no special occasion), or about a third of all of the pictures I've taken with this camera. Isn't that odd? And as a digital packrat, what am I to do with them now? They represent my creative obsession with her and my never-ending enthusiasm for photographing the same face, gestures, and situations over the course of our relationship. I never tired of photographing her, and she rarely stopped me (unless she was being serious in the dozens of pictures where she's flipping me the bird for taking a picture at an inappropriate time... but I doubt it).

Maybe I'll just stuff them away and look back on them someday when the scabs are gone and the scar has faded. But with my visual memory, that may not be possible.