If left to my own devices – no job or early morning commitments – I'd be up most nights until dawn. I'm a night person. I like the solitude. I like the stillness. I like the wrap-around black coziness and the inky-black eeriness; the disconnectedness that sometimes leads to hidden and surprising insights to my soul. Perhaps, these insights were there all along, submerged below the surface of my daytime consciousness – unable to break through because of the noise and clutter of everyday life. I don't know. What I do know is that those niggling, back of the brain feelings ignored during the day because I'm too busy or too pre-occupied, break out full blown at night. The solution to problems, so unanswerable during the day, becomes obvious and self-evident at night. Thoughts and feelings, long ago forgotten become unforgotten. At night, all things seem possible. The line between reality and dream; conscious and sub-conscious thin and fade in those late-night hou...
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I'm going to be scanning old photos, too, soon.
There are only a couple of us left in my generation and I havae been scanning old photos- even old tintypes to send along to someone...though I literally don't know anyone the next generation down. I send them along to my half brother who knows the next batch of young'uns. We are trying to find a new family historian to send all these boxes and albums to.
Kay, I do look a bit apprehensive, don't I? Not sure that was it, though.
floreta and liliannattel, thank you. I like the candidness of the photo. My cousin took quite a few pictures that day, working almost counterpoint to the the posed pictures of our professional photographer. In many ways, I like the candid ones better.