where I can be me

Listening to Anna Nalick, Paper Bag...over and over.

"But someday we'll all be old

And I'll be so damn beautiful
Meanwhile I'll hide my head
Here in this paper bag
Cause if I cant see you
Then you can't see me
And it'll be okay
Fly little bee away
To where there's no more rain
And I can be me"

What a moment of truth she hit with those lyrics--How often do we wish we could just hide our head in a paper bag and wait until we get beautiful...or maybe its just me.  I always find my younger self beautiful...I wish I could internalize enjoying myself now...happy sad, young, old. 

Sitting at home on this Friday night, blissfully engulfing art.  Reading The Creative Photographer and going through photos on my computer, setting up Dropbox so I have access to my older photos and can move photos around between my iPhone and iPad and PC.  I am laughing to see the same composition in older photos and sad to see a whole series of great photos from a hike with my fiance that are all just a bit. out of focus. they would have been great.

I confess these images I'm posting daily aren't as good as I'd like, but bear with me. There is a lot of learning going on in the background. Better will come.  At least I'm posting daily.