Like Canada, I have too much geography and not enough history.
Last night I was out for dinner with three men who were 40, 48 and close to 60. They ended up showing me old photos. I enjoyed being invited into the personal histories of each of these men. I talked about my own experiences, but I missed not being able to share my own visual history.
While I was building a wall today (see picture), I thought about my pictures. I’ve never been a photo person (learned from my parents who don’t take many photos), plus I’m the youngest in the family, so I actually have very few photos of me. And of course, I have none of them here.
I’ve decided therefore that when I am back in Toronto, I am going to track down photos of myself from childhood to now and put them up on the blog. That way, when I come back to Spain and France in the winter, I can mix a bit of history in with all this geography.
Of course, being the vain guy I am, all the photos I choose will either be good ones, or funny ones. But the fat pictures do not go up. Well maybe, if only as comparison.
- Our stuff tells our history, which is why it’s so easy to hold onto everything.
- Don’t stew over things you can’t change right away. Figure out a plan then let go of the worry.
P.S. The photo is of a rock wall I built at the farm I am working on.