We visit Colorado, and I forget to take pictures.

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Have you ever returned from a trip, or a party, some sort of special, I-really-should-take-photos kind of event, and realize that you took barely any photos at all?

You may have a handful of them, but they are blurry or poorly-composed or they make you think “Why in god’s name did I take a photo of that?” or “Please, for the love of Pete, let that be someone’s elbow and not … gah!”

That’s a little bit how our Colorado trip went. In fact, it’s pretty much how our last two trips to Colorado went. The first time, we were there for about 36 hours, and had just received news of my stupid brain tumor. I was in no mood to take photos. I snapped a couple of the hotel, and neglected to take a picture of the exterior. THAT’S RIGHT. I can’t blog about that damn hotel because I have not a single photo of the outside of it.

I hate to use the brain tumor as an excuse, but I feel like that’s one situation where really, Steve was at fault.

Our next trip to Colorado was nearly as brief, but free of the worry and anxiety of our first trip. It was relaxing and lazy and involved a lot of time sitting around in our pjs and checking email, watching TV, and eating cake straight out of the container with a fork (cutting individual slices is for the weak, I tell you).

We stayed with Brad and Amy, and I have nary a photo to share of the two of them. There’s certainly not a single photo of the four of us together, not even when got all fancified and went out to a nice dinner. It’s a shame. And yet, I’m not entirely kicking myself. Sometimes you are too busy doing things – or too busy doing nothing at all – to take photos.

But, hell, it’s not like Colorado isn’t photogenic:

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Fortunately, we had Amy to snap a couple pictures of us.

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Look how he blathers on, and look at how I love him, anyway.

“I was wearing an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time …”

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But when I try to find photos of our hosts, there are few. Rand’s kind of covering up Amy in most of the pictures I have of her.

“Let’s practice pointing at things in the distance, okay?”

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“Like this?” / “Yes. Exactly. You’re a natural.”

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This happens a lot when we visit friends. I don’t feel the same pressure to document everything. I just feel like having fun. But I’m still kind of bummed I don’t have a decent shot of me and Amy together.

We’ll have to rectify that.

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That’s right: next time, lady, we’re getting a photo of you. Consider yourself sufficiently warned.