Nostalgia. A powerful emotion. Some might argue it’s not an emotion. I certainly don’t care. Nostalgia. I’ve been feeling it a lot lately. It courses through my veins and into my the right and left side of my brain.
I looked at some old photographs on my dresser that made me catch my breath. Well, one in particular. I was happy. I was smiling. I felt safe. There was much to take from that photo.
Fast forward to now. Today. Yesterday. A month ago. I look at those digital photos and see a resilient strong woman who puts her best face forward. I smize. I highlight my cheekbones. I learned a lot from Tyra Banks.
The thing is this. The photographs definitely capture a continuum of life. The spectrum. The different people we become on the outside.
Categories: family, identity, mental health, Psychology, society
When I was younger I was inseperable from my camera. It was a “special interest” of the kind aspies often have.
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When I look at photos of myself when I in my 20s ( I’m now 72) I see how good my mask was. In photos now I see me.
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