It's easy to be sentimental about things that never were. Not that they didn't happen, just that perhaps they may not have happened quite the way I'd like to remember them.
I used my student loan to buy a Pentax 35mm camera one year. I was quite shy and hid behind the lens to cover my social ineptitude. Roll after roll, offering the prints to others as a form of introduction and admission. I had my own personal phobia, AKODAPHOBIA, the fear of running out of film. I carried my camera and extra film wherever I went.
People would tell me, “Don't take my picture.” Later, it would be, “Oh look there's Dave and Catherine. Is there any of me?”
Now I look back at those photos and think about the parties and picnics, the hours in the student union. Were we really that young and carefree?
I have the photos, my
memory is still good, was it really as great as they portray?
Andy, Laura, Nancy
Maybe they were
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Day 64 already. I'm enjoying these and you're inspiring me to dig out some of my old photos.
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