{This is the late seventies and '80s.}
So often with nostalgia-laced posts that I have cobbled together, a collection of photos from the mid seventies and early '80s appears. Photographs not of teenage learning and doubt but from those early childhood years. From photos of the first day at Primary School when one is small and all is new to a collaged house of shells that continues to inspire my visual sensibilities today, this, friends, is the beautiful false passport of memory. All those years lived are recalled in a handful of images with rounded corners. There are photos of me in tutu, or on stage receiving thanks for drawing the programme's cover. Of toy mice at a fairground banquet to actual mice in the Little's dollhouse. Cats. Cuddles. Mice drawings. Charm-filled stuff. A perpetual succession of summer days. This is what I remember. Yes, this is what I summon from the fixed images in large album. Not that my ribbons came undone on stage (horror!) or how scary the first day of school was (was it?). Will the same warm blur soon apply to those photographs of more awkward years now that I am older; now that I've reached the age of sometimes watching episodes of Dr Who with closed captioning on a Sunday night. Is this.... is this middle age?
{This is the late eighties and early '90s. This is Secondary School, with the first year of uni peeping at the window. All this is well before this blog began in 2006.}
+ Morran
+ Then and now
+ Repeat
+ Often near to a house
+ Back to the future
+ The Brown Sisters, Nicholas Nixon
