|Me with my Heavy Metal Detox juice drink at the Nectar Cafe in Lewes, DE|
Regular readers of this blog know that I like to take photos. I like to take a LOT of photos.
I have over 84,000 photos on my computer and more to scan.
I started taking photos Christmas Day 1954 when I was twelve years old. My Mother had given me a Kodak Brownie camera for Christmas.
|My younger brothers John and Isaac with their 1954 Christmas presents, matching bikes! They were the willing subjects of my first picture taking session, eight images on a black and white Kodak roll of film|
Back in those black and white days, I rarely had photos taken of myself. I remember a trip I won to New York City as a paperboy, I don't have one picture of me. I just have pictures of the New York skyline.
|My photo of the New York City skyline 1955 - I wish now that I would have asked one of my fellow paper boy contest winners to take a picture of me with the skyline behind me - too late now|
Back in those days there was no such thing as a selfie. And if I did ask someone to "take a picture of me please?", that would be considered a social faux pas, one must be modest.
|The General Motors building in New York City 1955 - is it still there?|
However, in this day and age, selfies are the norm, and one isn't considered a narcissist if one asks someone else to take a picture of him or her.
|Lady Liberty, New York City 1955 - she didn't mind me taking her picture|
Oh how often I wish I had taken more pictures back in those pre-terrorism days when the only thing we had to worry about was the Soviet Union dropping an A-bomb on us.
Well, these days I have plenty of opportunity to have my picture taken as well as taking selfies. However, there is one thing I've noticed. It's getting harder and harder to get a good picture of me. Then I remember something my Mother told me a long time ago. She said "Ronnie, as you get older you'll find you'll have a harder time getting that 'good picture' of yourself." Of course I didn't pay much attention to her wise advice (was was young and full of myself back then) but you know what? She was right!
Yesterday I wanted to put a new profile picture on my Facebook account. Usually there is no difficulty selecting a picture of myself from the many that I have had taken. That has changed. Now most of my pictures are of an old, wrinkled, grizzled man. Wow. "Is that me?" I ask myself. And no, I'm not going to post even one of those pictures now. Use your imagination but trust me, I'm starting to deteriorate. I'm going downhill . . . FAST.
Gone are those days of the past when every picture showed a young, fresh faced and wimpy kid with a FULL head of hair.
|Yep! That's me. Was I EVER that young and innocent? Well, I was believe it or not.|
|Bill and Pat during Pat's annual visit to Delaware this past spring|
But all is not lost. I have found that when I'm happy, my smile still shines through and you can still see a hint of my youth.
|Me and Pat on the Rehoboth Boardwalk this past spring (and me with my Spo Shirt)|