Orange Cassidy Quotes

our memories change, too. (For instance, I swear the teddy bear I had growing up was green, but according to my parents it was orange.) But when you take a photograph, things stay still. The way that they were, is the way that they are, is the way that they will always be. Which is why I love pictures.

Dad says that the world is always changing, every second of every day, and so is everything in it, which means that the you you are right now is different from the you you were when you started reading this sentence. Crazy, right? And your memories change, too. (For instance, I swear the teddy bear I had growing up was green, but according to my parents it was orange.) But when you take a photograph, things stay still. The way that they were, is the way that they are, is the way that they will always be.

Outside, the leaves on the trees were bursting in hues of orange and red. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Oregon in October. For weeks now, people had been watching these leaves prove just how beautiful they could become before they died, shriveling up into brown clumps of nothing. Despite the vibrant colors trying their best to stand out, the overcast sky and fog-veiled mountains turned everything gloomy. But, again, not too out of the ordinary for this part of Oregon.