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Date: 09 July 2007 14:14:01
I was on a beach at the top of the country.
I took a few photos that day that are now on my computer in the directory it looks at when, every half hour, it picks a new picture to display as the background. So every now and again I get a snapshot of that beach on that day. I was there on my own with the kids (that's a contradiction-in-terms, I know, but I know what I mean and am trusting that you do too) so the photos tend to have simply a beach and two very precious human beings. And it all looks beautiful; the skies are almost cloudless, the sand on the beach looks perfect (although probably not so good for making castles, but then we didn't try), and the Kattegat is sparkling with reflected sunlight. Now what I could tell you is how the kids and I were actually really grumpy that day and in a bad mood with each other and how I spent all the day shouting at them, and thus how deceptive the photos are. I have some photos like that; they look beautiful to everybody else but to me they just bring up unhappy memories. But in fact this wasn't one of those days. We were on excellent terms, all enjoying the trip, the beach, and whole day together, and the photos thus perfectly reflect the flavour of that day in my mind. My memories of that day sparkle with a warm glow just like the sea in those photos.