My readers know that I am sorting.  I’m sorting through the studio…through the heaps of collected paper work and old photos.  I’m pitching and free-cycling and dealing with my STUFF.  I’m certain that you have all been wondering about the more-than-typical nostalgia and archive-focused writing of late.  Well, I’ll be darned…if I didn’t come across large professional negatives from my wedding day in December of 1979!  Of course I was curious!  I took them over to London Drugs and had them digitized.  Cropping almost everything out of this particular image, I am most intrigued by my face.  

It was the face of hope, promise and youth.  It was a face filled with wonder.  What a marvelous thing to NOT come from the generation of digital imagery when at every moment our children and adult children are able to point and shoot, where it is possible to look again and again at the food shots, the party shots, the sports shots and the friend shots.  It’s a surprising thing for me to be able to access the image of my face, the face of my youth.

1 Corinthians 12-13
12For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. 13But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.