Sepia Saturday presents its challenges, to be sure.
We’re often scurrying, scrambling for shots that qualify for the week’s call for submissions – and this week was no exception: “blurred, scratched, undefined, and plain boring...less than perfect.”
So here it is...and it certainly qualifies!
This is me.
This is me in the late 1960s: a long-haired hippy, young and lean and blonde and quite possibly a little stoned, but...it’s definitely me, upside down – just about to do a headstand on the front lawn at the farm.
It was probably on a Sunday afternoon when we all had a few hours of free time: after morning chores and Sunday meeting, after dinner and dishes but before evening chores began at 4:00 or so.
I had been playing my guitar (you can see an open capo in the grass beneath me), wearing my favorite shirt – one of those open-collar shirts from India that were so popular back then; gray and maroon stripes, shapeless. It fell below my hip and was incredibly comfortable; a remnant of my
I’m no more than 23 years old – that alone is astonishing to me.
And, my goodness, look at all that hair!
For some reason, I’ve saved this photo for nearly 45 years; a split second of time in my life captured on 35mm black and white film. I’m not the same person I was back then, of course, but I like to think that moment is part of me forever, that I’ve carried it within me for all these years.
Whenever I look at it, I smile; I guess that’s reason enough.