He found a four minute time lapse of a person aging. Actually it is a compilation of a house full of relatives spanning several generations, but the effect is illustrative of aging over a life time. Wow. The photographer makes one suggestion. "Don't skip around."

I think it is fascinating that it is indeed many people, connected through genetics and love. It astounds me to see what is familiar in a face... the simple constellation of a nose, two eyes, a chin, cheekbones, a pair of lips. The parameters seem at first blush to be rather restrictive. You cannot vary the placement by more than a few millimeters without doing irreparable damage. Unless of course you are Picasso.

We are all on the inevitable conveyor belt to old. Denial works for Generation Y who are still gorgeous and supple. Try convincing them that one day they too will pine for new knees. 

I wonder how I could visually express an aging marriage. Just for fun I rummaged through old snap shots, and was startled to see John with hair the color of coffee. These days it is more like cream. My resemblance to my mother increases every year, which scares me. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful in her own way but she was the Matriarch. The mirror tells me I am being promoted to crone but inside I still flounder. 

Perhaps a marriage ripens in ways that are not so easily captured on film, a comment which in itself shows my age. There is no film anymore. Just pixels. John and I are slower than we once were, less able to chase after two years olds which is acceptable because we don't have any to keep track of.

These days I spend more time skipping around after, and not catching, chickens.