souvenirs are kind of a funny concept. literal, tangible things kept from an experience. something to remember it by. (as if I don't think about it enough already.) it's all paper and rocks. things with no real value or power or significance, when you think about it. there are billions, countless amounts of paper and rocks on this great big earth but these! paper and rocks that rush memories and feelings of wonder and fear and joy through my fingertips when I touch them. they mean more to me than any piece of paper or any small rock should. it's a blessing to have bits from this little journey to hold and see and share, to remind me of such a neat time, my road-home and bus family. thankful for all of it. the most special souvenirs are not the ones that were bought but instead the ones that were found on the ground, the messes of words written down quickly, and - of course - the photographs. I decided to also document this trip through color; making swatches of dominant or unique colors seen in each park. maybe someday I'll use this guide to decorate my house.
"Here’s to your bright eyes
shining like fireflies
these are my souvenirs
the memory of a lifetime
we were wide-eyed with everything
everything around us
we were enlightened by everything