Does anyone else love to reminisce on the past? I know I know, I should be looking to the future, but I don't think there's anything wrong with remembering your more innocent times or in some cases the times where we learn something. This is why I love to take photos, 30 years from now, God willing, I want to be able to look back and see what my life consisted of and where I made mistakes and how I loved my life too and many more things that my memory won't hold.
We must live life day by day and the day I took all these shots, I had found out my mom's boss's wife passed away. I felt so guilty b/c I meant to visit her during the short time she was sick in the hospital and I heard she was doing better, then she took a dive for the worst and I missed seeing her one more time by a few hours. She was such a sweet woman, she was a devoted stay at home mom and a wonderful wife. She is missed dearly and will forever be remembered.
I was waiting for my mom to pick up some tacos for herself (which to be honest were not that great and the "postre" was disastrous, it was exchanged for something equally bad). In waiting, I decided to take some shots of the road and this is a road I grew up on (Columbia Road NW, Wash DC). It has changed so much, it changes every day, it's such a diverse area that is thankfully being developed (DC needs the tax money...but we wouldn't need it if it weren't all so corrupt and run by idiots...I won't get into that now). Since my mom worked nearby for over 22 years, I was here constantly (especially on the weekends). I will never forget my mom holding my hand walking down Columbia Road, it was so thrilling for me, when I would see a fashion store I would want to run and and never leave! Unfortunately it has taken decades for half way decent fashion stores to finally open up. If you ever plan to visit Adams Morgan at night, I highly recommend a cab, trust me, you won't find a parking spot at least 10-20 blocks away, I kid not, the bar scene in Adams Morgan is pretty sick (one of which is called Madam's Organ). I don't really frequent it much despite the large variety of places to go (hookah, bars, clubs, all night NY pizza), I just can't stand the millions of cops that are there and all the loud, rude, high, drunk, idiots on the road there. I was never into it and never will be. Plus, I refuse to pay for a cab form my place...I'd may as well hire a limo and I refuse to walk that far to go anywhere.
Here you'll find pics of my middle school and the road I walked to get there, this road has ben renovated and for good reason, I lost my best friend on this road to a drunk driver swerving off the road (14 years ago), I miss you Brooke.
The last and final collage is of where I grew up he longest (we moved alot) and it's where I played and behind the first pic on the top was my Elementary school the 2nd half of 3rd grade.
I hope you enjoyed going down memory lane with me, even though there was and is a lot of pain in it, it's what keeps me appreciative of all I have and can give.