I sometimes think about crafting memories; about manufacturing a past. Although initially such thoughts hearken to distopia novels and science fiction, truth be told, these practices are not at all uncommon. It is not by accident that people in love and/or married say “we want to make memories together”.

It’s curious because technically, all of the events that happen in your day-to-day life get stored in the brain’s memory centers, and then can be recalled. But not all of those events would qualify as Memories Made. I think that these specially-crafted memories are recollections of events that were done with the odd intent of being remembered; sometimes, only for the sake of the memory.

Yeah, yeah, I am guilty of this too.

What I am wondering about is this: will photographs of happy, smiling people hugging and laughing together one day replace the true, at times painful memories that may be associated with a certain event? Or will the memory be so powerful that, even fifty years post factum, the person participating in the event will be able to look at the care-free, warm picture and remember how hard they were trying to “make a happy memory” at a time that was not all that happy?

And if the latter is the case, why do we still so desperately try to force memories to conform to the strained smiles and tense embraces seen on photos of honeymoons in Hawaii, graduations, birthdays, family camping trips?

…That cryptic introduction being made, last weekend we went camping to Bastrop State Park.

The weather was perfect, we got to do a bit of hiking and went canoeing twice, saw lots of turtles and ducks and birds of prey, discussed the habits of flat bark bugs and coniferous trees, ate lots of ice-cream, got the mandatory sun-burn, frolicked in the fallen leaves, found two bobs and a golf ball, and had a mostly jolly good time. Oh, and I took pictures.

Here are some of the best.