Me and Bees

I take pictures to remember who I am and then later, years from now, to remember who I was.

It’s not as if I won’t remember the twenty minutes I spent in Black Cat Alley on Milwaukee east side with my husband and two of our grandchildren. I will, vaguely. But I won’t remember the wee sense of triumph I was feeling at getting the two of them together after so many years. I knew I would need a picture for that. Or two.