The More Things Change...

...the more they stay the same, is how the old adage goes, I think.

I've been going through old photos and scanning them and making these little movies with music and credits and everything. I'm applying what I've learned on the job the past 3 years and actually doing something productive.

I've restored old photos, and preserved many memories well into the future. It feels good.

But I've noticed that even though I appear to be aging rapidly when I look at photos from ten years ago...I feel the same. The same insecurities I had when I was in high school; the same hatred of my body; the same longing to be loved. But I guess I've been lucky -- damn lucky -- in that department. I'm happily married which is more than I can say for most people I know. I love my husband and he loves me.

So I guess I hope that I age gracefully, and can document the day I stop dying my gray hairs with aplomb.

Here's Son #1, newborn, and Sydney Vicious, the wifed haired fox terrier. I took this photo with my old black and white manual camera, and scanned it yesterday. It had a big rip in the middle, but I fixed it as best I could.

I've made progress. I should celebrate. Go Me.