Wednesday, July 18, 2012
in black and white
I lay awake last night thinking about things. About how fast time really does fly. How fast kid's grow up. How fast our life disappears before our very eyes. How we're not as young as we once were.
Too deep perhaps to get into for a bright, sunny morning midweek post.
On a lighter note awhile back I began printing black and white photos. I've been collecting cheap and unattractive frames at the op shop. Painting them black with spray paint. Two quick coats.
I knew that what was missing in this house was our memories.
There's not many up there yet, but I look forward to adding quite a few more to that wall.
Hoping that yours is a good day.