Details: They Hold Together The Picture

Last night I went to a birthday party being thrown for one of my best friend's. We had a lot of fun, but one moment stuck out to me, and I decided to write about it. There was one girl there I didn't know as well as the rest. And while this story isn't about her, she does factor into it.
I took my mom's canon camera last night to capture the mall scavenger hunt and fun afterwards. I took over 150 pictures last night alone. At one point, around 1 in the morning in the middle of playing Mario Kart I was clicking away with the camera. The girl looked at me and asked, "Why are you so obsessed with that camera?"
I stopped. Froze. Paused. Thought.
 I had a thousand different answers running through my mind.
The one I finally settled on was, "I'm not obsessed with the camera. I'm obsessed with the pictures."
But as the night went on, and I kept taking pictures, I realized it's deeper than that. I'm obsessed with memories. And details. I'm obsessed with taking pictures of details, the things that no one else notices. The things that are beautiful, if only to me.

                                             (A few of the details that held last night together)