Growing old, not growing up.

The scene in the photograph was put into some context a few hours later, when I stood in my hi-vis directing traffic around a serious accident between two oncoming cars on the main road at the bottom of my lane. 

There's nothing to be gained by speculating, but it's sobering to see first hand how quickly life can change. As I smilingly said today over a fantastic birthday lunch (thanks Janet!) by the time my dad was my age he'd been dead twenty one years... you never know.

But that's how life is. We bimble along from day to day as if we're immortal, until events cause us to reflect on the ever changing possibilities of now. I hope everyone came through out there this evening.

I remain somewhere between twenty five and thirty, admit to being forty six and a little bit, and hope never to grow up even as I grow old. And I'm trying hard not to spit as I blow out candles unaccountably balanced on tiny ballerinas.

A timer taken tripod shot. I've pulled the picture about a bit to reduce the edge distortion, but that's made it a little more fish eye than the 11-24 usually puts out.