I took this shot from the balcony of our Paris hotel room back on a high school trip to France. This was of course from a time when my eyes did work properly and when I had a real camera with a zoom lens that required manual focus. I do have actual memories of this trip, but again, not complete memories. One thing I do know is that I took about eight rolls of film. I have slides and prints.... The only thing is... I don't know where they are. I think I had three shots enlarged to 11 x 14 and that is why I had this photo of the Eiffel Tower separate from the other prints.
So... that was from a time in my life when I used to be creative, when I used to be into doing things. A part of me that got lost somewhere along the way. This morning I almost lost that part of me completely, until I remembered this.
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my memories of Paris are quite different than yours. I blogged about it a year or so ago. What is it that keeps you from going out into the world? What ever it may be, I'll trade mine for yours.
KW:
I will have to pop over and read that part of your blog. As for, "What is it that keeps you from going out into the world?". I would have to say "the same things that keep me stuck here." And I don't mean to sound flippant with that remark. In order to do anything, one must have the means and the desire to do so. Basically in my case, it is mental and monetary.
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