So, a work colleague showed me this photograph today and I almost started tearing up. It rankles me to get emotional about the past because, well, the past is the past.
I don’t know what this photo means to me, whether it harkens back to old times, to bad times and so that pushes a button somewhere inside. Or whether it’s just plain old nostalgia, reminding me of a simpler, gentler time when the world wasn’t in quite such a rush to self-destruct.
It does, however, remind me of summers spent riding my bike around the “tougher”, “meaner” parts of the neighbourhood, when you were always just a little bit scared , making sure you didn’t slow down for fear of a bully, or worse still, an angry dog trying some freedom on for size, just waiting for a juicy seven year old to torment with it’s own special brand of canine persecution.
Nevertheless, I don’t know exactly what it is, if it’s all of these things or none of them but…yeah. Oh, did I mention that said photograph was taken but four weeks ago?
