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 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 distance, 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.)
