Going through photographs

It's always a chore to organize photos. For the better part of 10 years, I haven't done much with any of mine. My favorites are usually taken out from the others and stacked in their own pile atop the hard drive. The others are relegated to a cabinet. Last night I sorted these.

It occurred to me while going through the photos that I am an exceedingly fortunate person. I don't usually look at myself in that way. But I looked at the faces of those I love, and the places I've seen, the experiences I've had, and I feel a little like crying from the intensity of it all.

My sister tells me that I'm vulnerable right now, and that I need to be careful.