Time Flies When You’re Getting Old! Unless You Decide to Become a Photographer

Time Flies When You’re Getting Old! Unless You Decide to Become a Photographer

It’s a sad reflection on our advancing years that we don’t feel like accepting the arrival of a certain degree of “maturity”.  Last weekend my old mate Phil hit the ripe old age of 60.  As has been his habit for many years, he had the mandatory party.   Phil’s parties are a bit of a legend.  He’s one of those unsung consumate musicians.  So there is always music and this time, his 2 daughters were about. Now these two ladies can sing! With 2 other musicians and a couple of Bodran imposters there was a great wee session.  I was blown away by the way Phil and his two girls worked their way through an encyclopaedia of classics.  Most of the geriatrics disappeared after midnight, but Phil, myself and the 2 ladies  didn’t...

Posted by on Aug 13, 2010 in Photography | 0 comments