How a photograph became one of my favorite memories

Today I’m is writing about my favorite photograph. It’s an interesting topic to write about since I really love photography and it’s one of my hobbies since I’m really young. 
Choosing my favorite photograph? Such a difficult job! I guess I can’t because I have seen so many pictures in my life, so interesting each one of them, so different between them, that I really can’t choose only one. But if I had to choose today one of my favorites, I’ll choose this one. 

 

As you can see, there is a man with a little girl. That’s me and my dad in 1997, when I was one year old. The picture was taken by my mom, while we were, just like another day, at my family’s farm. I can’t really remember, but I guess my mother, my oldest brother (my youngest brother wasn’t born yet) and I went to visit him while he was working, or maybe we all were just having a walk on the farm as a chill time, as we usually did. My mom and dad always wanted to show us the world, the nature and the farm work. 

 

I’m not sure again, but I guess I was looking some flying birds, or maybe the moon or a rainbow in the sky, or just something that attracted my attention. It doesn’t really matter what I was actually looking, anyways. What matters now is that all I can see is a beautiful dad-daughter moment captured, which became somehow in a beautiful memory that I actually don’t have because I can’t remember things from that age. I don’t know… it’s a weird thing, I guess. But it’s one of those weird things in life that makes your actual life prettier.