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Point of View

Me, at the Top of the World, a few years ago…

I was looking at some photos from a few years ago for a post I’m thinking about and a couple of things caught my attention. The first thing is that I didn’t really care for this photo of me at the time, but now, I think it isn’t so awful and can see that in about five years from now, I’m going to think this is a fantastic photo of me. Do we ever look like we think we look? That was one of my all-time favorite sweaters in the history of sweaters, it was Chenille and I could wear it with anything and everything and did, until it was so thin I finally had to concede it had lived a good life and let it go. I’d forgotten about that sweater, and now I miss it.
The other thing I noticed was in a picture I’d taken of the sun setting at the Top of the World, and that is my husband standing all the way to the right side of the picture, in silhouette, leaning against a telephone pole. Sometimes we’re getting a better picture than we at first realize. Some things are worth another look.


Jess at the Top of the World


I feel like I’m about to be very busy for a while, but it’s because there’s suddenly so much that I want to do.