Of
a month, day and year, I am
certain.
Born April 4th, 1947.
That’s
what my birth certificate
indicates.
Throughout my time
from
then till now, I have kept
a
copy to remind. And in an
antiquated
family album some-
where,
there are a few faded
black
and white photos to sub-
stantiate
my claim.
On
several internet sites, I have
posted
hundreds of photographs
I
myself have taken over the years.
Alongside
many of those, I have
included
the year in which they
were
taken.
From
my sketchy memory, I
have
at best guessed when my
subject
matter was captured
either
on film or digitally.
I
am fairly sure, however, that
you,
the viewer, are more inter-
ested
in the place than the time,
unless
that is, the photographs
happens
to include you.
When
was it I looked that way, you
may
ask? Oh, five, ten, twenty or
so
years ago, according to my best
recollection.
I do know, however
that
that special one of you was
shot
on film, quite some time before
digital
came into view.
Ah,
the beauty of youth, the curse
or
the shame of remembering in
vivid
images the best or worst of
who
you appeared to be at a parti-
cular
time and place.
Choose
the medium; consider
the
specific
scene in which you may
have
been portrayed. If you are still
around
to recall, I suppose any year
within
reason will do. Go ahead and
flatter
yourself. Be careful, though,
not
to step too far over the line.
Pick
a year, a time and place, and
keep
in mind, you where fairer
and
more fetching way back then.
(But
weren’t we all?)
Alas,
with the advancements in cos-
metology
and technology today,
creams
and photo-shop are far less
costly
and not nearly as invasive
as
plastic surgery, I’d say.
Chris
Hanch 11-24-18
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