Yesterday was my birthday. While as a teenager you can't wait to get older, "old enough", and maybe also some years later, one is happy to celebrate getting a year older, at my age it isn't pure happiness.
It is a day that reminds me that I origin from the middle of the last century and that the distance to those that I love so much to be close to, gets even more evident. I just hope that it isn't too visible that I got another year older yesterday - I avoided to look at the mirror this morning.
Anyway, I always thought it was a day to felicitate my mother and not me, because I haven't done nothing to come to this earth, while she did all the work...
But well, birthdays are days where one wishes somebody that he'll have a lot of luck and that his desires will come true. And, as you can imagine, when little Janna visits me, apart of wanting to felicitate her mother for what she's done some 18 years ago, I feel like being close to a dream-come-true.
And when Janna comes around, just so, for nothing in particular and not for a photo session, and then (before checking once more the phone) nonetheless gets naked, it begins to feel better than birthday!
No photo session. But as my camera is laying around here all the time anyway, and as what I see is so very nice... a least some shots in the moments that I can, would be nice, wouldn't it?
Probably I just take these photos so that later I can look at them and have a proof that it wasn't just an old man's dream, but plain and pure delightful reality and that sometimes "a lot of luck" isn't just a fantasy but really exists. Maybe the good wishes that I received at my many birthdays work?
Then there is at least one good thing in getting another year older :-)