Just yesterday late at night I was going through one of my photo albums and I have to admit that apparently this is my way of feeling better. I don't know if I can influence anyone else, but definitely the memories of the beautiful places (in this case it was an album from the Bulgarian coast, which I'm not sure when I'll be able to visit again) that I've ever visited, somehow change things.
Yes, nothing is certain about tomorrow. The only thing we can be sure of are our memories. Especially the pictorial ones.
I perceive photographs as a means of documenting and archiving memories. It is true that they occupy quite a large space of memory - computer and external one. But they are often impossibly huge for the brain's memory, so they need to be stored in an additional material and technical place.🤭
(I think there is no need to comment on your wonderful photos.😊)