{"id":1331,"date":"2015-05-25T09:00:33","date_gmt":"2015-05-25T16:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/?p=1331"},"modified":"2015-05-25T09:17:18","modified_gmt":"2015-05-25T16:17:18","slug":"nablopomo-day-25-nature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2015\/05\/25\/nablopomo-day-25-nature\/","title":{"rendered":"NaBloPoMo Day 25: Nature"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today\u2019s NaBloPoMo Prompt:<\/strong> What is the oldest photo you own?<\/em><\/p>\n

According to the folder where I finally got around to organizing everything, the oldest photo I own is a picture of my wife\u2019s ex-boyfriend from back in 2000. Not very old. I took all of the photos off all the hard drives and old laptops and put them in one place. That picture of him, a self-portrait he took while holding up some painted ceramic thing he\u2019d made for her, is the one at the top of the list.<\/p>\n

This would be a more interesting story of the answer was \u201cA picture from 1933 of my grandmother waiving good by to my grandfather has he goes off to war,\u201d but then I don\u2019t know what war would have been going on at that time if I\u2019ve even got the right ages for war-going fathers of my mom or dad right.<\/p>\n

But this just goes back to the idea that as much as I can I don\u2019t like to keep things, and that includes old photos. But I fail miserably, and probably in some box somewhere there\u2019s an old photograph from my youth. So this prompt has prompted me to meditate on the nature of clutter, more than the nature of memories.<\/p>\n

Because, as you poor people who read this have read a hundred times before, I don\u2019t take pictures for the sake of memory, but for the sake of making something. And making things leads to clutter, doesn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

Today\u2019s NaBloPoMo Photo Prompt:<\/strong> Nature<\/em><\/p>\n

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Wenatchee sunrise.<\/a><\/p>\n

A photo posted by Jason Edwards (@bukkhead) on