I Miss My Memory The Most. And Some Waterfront Photos.

You know how they say that when you get a little older (like almost fifty. like me.) your memory becomes a little less than . . . shall we say . . . stellar?

Well, I think I’m there. 

How do I know that?  Let me count the ways.

Well, actually, let me count just one way.  

This morning I saw some pictures in a folder on my computer and despite staring at them for the better part of a few minutes, I could not for the life of me recall if I had already posted them.  Part of my diminishing brain thought that I had posted them, but when I scrolled through some recent entries I didn’t see them.

And since the part of my (diminishing) brain that said I had not posted them won out, I am hereby posting them forthwith.

If you’ve already seen these pictures and it turns out that the confused part of my brain won this particular memory clash?  Please don’t mention it.  Just let me stay blissfully unaware and ignorant of the fact that I’m re-posting pre-posted pictures.

Or not.



















Here’s that same picture (one of my favorite ones I’ve ever taken) with a little extra editing.