Good morning on a May Thursday morning! This week, I spent some time changing up my rooms. I get that restless feeling now and then. Above, I’ve returned the wicker loveseat to its former place in front of the living room bookshelves.
And in the bedroom, I placed the bench that previously lived in front of the bookshelf to the foot of my bed..and I switched some chairs around, too.
So…the energy I acquired from these changes took me back to the distant past…to a folder in my Dropbox. One that has images from the 1970s forward. Here’s one that hasn’t seen the light of day in a while. Left, moi, with Hub # 2, in 1977. Getting ready to drive the VW bus back to Central California…from Auburn, CA.
A few years later, I was doing my solo act again, and meeting up with members of my family of origin in a local park: Circa 1982. Little Heather in the forefront, her back to the camera, is not showing off her very short hairdo (she hated it!); niece Amy, to the left; I am on the far right; and my “kid brother” with his infant son Brian, in the center. Behind me, on the far right, one of my nieces: Beth, I think.
Moving along. My four offspring at the Family Sculpture, CSUF – 1991. (No, it doesn’t belong to us; we have simply claimed it as our own).
Traditions live on in this family. In 2007, Fiona and Dominic take up their positions on the Family Sculpture.
Back-tracking a bit: Here’s Noah in 2004, when we were still living in the foothills.
A few years later, in LA: the A-Tots, asleep in the minivan.
On the pier in Santa Monica (2007): A-Tots and their dad, my son Brett…
In 2007: Fiona is celebrating Halloween:
So…the past lives on in our memories and in our photos. What do your photos tell you about your life so far?