I am guilty of appreciating youth. It is fun and easy as a photographer to photograph the smooth, dewy complexion of the young. What is it about our society that is driven by youth, pop, new? Oh, how I do know now that my youth was wasted on my youth. My life becomes more deeply meaningful with each passing year. And here it is, that worn out saying, "oh if I only knew then what I know now." I didn't want to say it , but there it is, I did. I want to start a movement for growing older and being beautiful. Remember "Black is Beautiful." Well, I want all to join in on an alliance for "Aging is Awesome." (and please ignore how I titled this post. I was setting my age back at 5.)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
On Turning 50 (not me yet)
What is age? It meant so much when I was young, but with each year I am surprised with the idea of time being relative. I am thankful of growing older. I am embracing what aging means. Who gives a s--t what the outer appearances are and who decided what beauty is anyway?