Good Ol’ Days

family portrait

Since I’m still excited about personalized portraits (and waiting for my next victim) I thought I’d play around with a new style this weekend. This one’s an old family photograph that’s been circulating in my “circle.”

The original was scanned, and pretty small, so the task was to figure out how to keep it from getting stretched and pixelated. I decided to do it in black and white, turn it into an old Polaroid, and then add a background to frame it. If you haven’t guessed already (and why would you), I’m the little blonde in shorts sitting up front—on my Aunt’s lap. The tall, dark, and handsome man straight behind me in the very back is my dad (who is sadly, no longer with us), and next to him (on his left) is my mom.

I’m going to take a guess and say that this photo was taken in the late 60’s. Yikes. The good ol’ days indeed.

Good Ol’ Days

A phrase used by old people. When these words are used in combination it is a signal to young people to get the hell out. “Ahh yes the Good Ol’ Days. Did I ever tell you about the time we rode the train from St. Louis to San Diego?” (this is where you leave)

Definition courtesy of Urban Dictionary.

Roses

Nostalgia

Butterfly kisses,

Sweet memories, pure and chaste,

Taste of innocence.


Today’s Everything Red is another recycling project; a collage of red roses with a guiltless white. It stands out like a sore thumb… the white sheep of the family. There’s some symbolism there I’m sure.

Reusing the old arouses nostalgia… it’s a great way to bring new life to things long forgotten. I think I’m psyching myself up for something here… a little dream chasing, perhaps. Time will tell.

Anyway, this Everything Red Art and the Haiku were created for the Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Chaste & Taste