Up In The Attic

As a kid, I loved going up into the attic of our old duplex to rummage through boxes of old clothes, toys and photographs. I still do. Thing is, I don't have an attic, not a real one anyway. What we have now is a space with insulation and no floor. But I do have a big trunk down in the basement, and there is lots of memorabilia in it. Thing is, they revolve mostly around my time in the military. So, now, I have to rummage through folders of pixels instead; but it still serves the same purpose.
Some bring back memories, and some are just interesting. They all, however, remind me of how quickly time is passing.
I could spend hours with my images, both those on the computer and the stacks of mounted 11x14 black and white prints in the basement. Just now, I have to leave to teach. The images will wait for me.

Paddle safe...
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