"Older and growing"
Flickr image by sebpaquet
My current musings started with a picture sent by a friend. A picture of me, to be exact. A picture that challenged both my best images of myself and the good intentions of my friend for folding it into a remembrance of scenes from a recent reunion. In other words, she sent it out to lots of people.
When I scanned Flickr images to find one that fit my mood, this image caught my eye. The title caught my fancy. Growing how? Growing what? Older, certainly. Growing wise and well? Not so much right now. Another Flickr image caught my eye. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=growing+older&l=4#page=2
When I scanned Flickr images to find one that fit my mood, this image caught my eye. The title caught my fancy. Growing how? Growing what? Older, certainly. Growing wise and well? Not so much right now. Another Flickr image caught my eye. http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=growing+older&l=4#page=2
Would an unflattering photograph ruin the day of a mature person? I'm going to allow it to ruin a few
minutes --not the whole day, mind you, but long enough to grieve a certain fond, fading image held in my mind of what I look like.
