Rewind and rewrite.

A rather damp Ralia yet again.

Now I think it is fair to say that I have not been in the finest of fettle for a good few months now. I am not going to divulge the reasons on here, but my wee blip has rather messed with my motivation and imagination. Recent thoughts have taken me back to days gone by that have been some of the most enjoyable of my life. Doing this reminded me of a point on my travels where I was worried about time and how I use time. I am going to repost a poem that I wrote in a post called "Time. It's a funny old game. Part II" back in 2010. I am reposting not because I think this is in any way a fantastic contribution to literary brilliance, but because thinking about it helps give me a little kick up the butt, hopefully!

Time, it marches so proudly,

Always forwards and never back.

So swiftly it slips unnoticed through our fingers,

Ticking, ticking, ticking.

When we are young, time is unimportant and we seem invincible.

It is only age that shapes the reality of time as it runs away with our days,

Always forwards and never looking back.

Make the most of every day, so that memories will brighten your darkest thoughts.

Be always hopeful that time will be kind and serve you well.

Be gracious and thankful to the good times, but learn and gain wisdom from the bad.

Don't waste time by thinking, what if?

Use time and ask yourself, what now?

Time is valuable and precious and yet we often treat it with disrespect,

But regardless, time will move on even if we suddenly do not.

Do not miss a second, do not miss a beat.

It will pass without you, always forward and never back.

Time.

On a lighter, note one observation from last week was that I saw a sheep, in a field, sitting down on it's haunches, which I thought was quite strange. I have seen them lying down and kneeling but never just sitting. It really did look like Shaun the sheep. Well I thought it was funny.

Peace x

All photographs by Caroline Harvey.

Where did the time go?

Hazel and I looking stunning in 1985!

Over the last few days Hazel and I have spent quite a bit of time together, taking new head shots on Thursday and today, more pictures, but this time for my reportage project. We have been friends for as long as I can remember, and today whilst looking for something else, we came across pictures that had us both in hysterics. The photo above is from 1985 at the back door of Hazels' Mum and Dads house. Hazel was laughing at the clothes she was wearing and how people could have let her go out in her Dads shirt, and pearls! I was laughing at my clothes because I still wear jeans and tee-shirts. I must also apologise for the hole I must have caused in the ozone layer by the over use of hairspray to keep my highly fashionable 80's haircut in place.

 We can not believe where the time has gone, we were looking at the photos and trying to remember what it was like to be the people staring back at us. The funny thing is we don't actually feel much older than the young girls in the picture, we just look older when we look in the mirror. 

Below is a photo of me and an old boyfriend, who shall remain anonymous, at I think my 16th birthday party. I had forgotten all about this party as I don't have photos of this event. I used to love that pink and black shirt, I thought it was extremely trendy!

Oh so young.

I love looking back at old photographs they bring back so many happy memories. I think in this day of digital photography we have to remember to print out our images and not just store them inside our computers. There is something about flicking through a dusty old album that is so magical it is a must for everyone to do from time to time.