Tuesday, 22 March 2016
At the risk of being accused of narcissism, I just had
to post this old photograph of myself I found the other day.
It's from around 1977 or '78 and was extremely faded (having
been reprinted some years ago from a deteriorated negative), but
I applied some computer magic and, hey presto - restored it to
something resembling its former glory. Now if only I could
do the same thing for myself, I'd be a very happy man.
The memories this photo conjures up are a welcome
reminder of past times, when summer skies seemed bluer,
drifting clouds were whiter, and age and infirmity were beyond
my imagining. A glimpse of a moment frozen in time forever, but
one that I can now only experience as a spectator from a far dis-
tance, and no longer as a participant in the moment it happened.
However, I'll grab it with gratitude as it's as near to it as I'm
likely to get. Thank goodness for photos, eh?
Y'know, I really miss being young. How about the
rest of you? (Assuming you're not, obviously.)
Posted by Kid at Tuesday, March 22, 2016