I discovered a treasure trove of my old photographs in a box yesterday. A couple of family photos, pictures from parties, dinners and bbqs with friends, trips to Sydney, Coolangatta, Perth, photos of me taken by others, and of course a parade of ex boyfriends and short term flings ('Perth' Michael, 'Adelaide' Michael, Gary #1, Garry #2, Simon...).
Oh, and ho-ho-ho the fashions! Hey, they all seemed like a good idea at the time. A polka dot shirt buttoned all the way up here, a big gold earring and brooch there, a vintage jacket and bowtie worn just so. Heh-heh. I must have been a lot more fearless than I ever gave myself credit for.
I should print out more of the photos I take these days, because there is so much fun and nostalgia to be had from flicking through a bunch of old photos. Seeing old friends, being reminded of the parties and dinners, and some of the handsome boys I've dated. (I have to say, looking back I have pretty good taste. As did they, of course.) Even the sadness of seeing a couple of friends that have passed away is softened with happy memories of them.
So I'm glad that I've gotten back into photography these past few years, and again I 'm recording all these good times. The nostalgia of old photos is fun, but it's also nice to look at more recent photos and be reminded that the good times keep on rolling!
(When I get access to a scanner at some point I'll scan some of these old pics and show you.)