Some photos are meant to be in black and white because some memories feel more like dreams, and dreams are never in color. It is not that those memories are sad and dark, but rather joyful like a black and white movie without sound, just feels like a collection of amazing still scenes that we got to experience. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it was reality, but to be honest I don’t think it matters either way. The important part is that we were here. I guess now it’s “there”. It was everywhere.