I keep things
That stop me
There was a wall in Tapalpa that only looked like that for about ten minutes. The light moved, the color went with it, and I didn't get the photo in time. (This bothers me more than it should, for a wall I don't own and will probably never see again.)
I still think about that wall more than most of the pictures that actually came out. It stopped me the same way a doorway did once, on a street I'll probably never walk again. A tile worn smooth by other people's feet. A crack in old plaster nobody had bothered to fix.
None of it was searchable. That's the part I keep coming back to. I didn't know to look for any of it until it had already stopped me.
Santa Barbara, California
Southern California
Lake Tahoe, California
Santa Cruz, California
Las Catalinas, Costa Rica
Grand Canyon, Arizona
Mexico
You've done the same thing. The hotel room you still bring up a year later. The chair you keep going back to look at. The thing you almost bought and still think about sometimes.
You've probably never written any of it down.