***stardust

am currently.. fascinated? haunted? something.. by old family photos. so yes, this's why my buddy icons on aim and some of my new desktops've been of little-me.. it's just, it's a very odd sort of thing, I look at a photo of 3-year old me, and I see the same eyes I have now... their expression's lighter in most, but there are a few..it's the very same as I've caught it at times even now...
and some of the photos, I remember them being taken, I remember that day or that moment, there's a memory there...but others, there's not, it's as if I'm looking at some other life, this pretty little child with blond curls and big blue eyes...
all three of us had the *biggest* blue eyes I've ever seen... we all still do, but when we were little, they were so much the larger...
and then other pictures, it's the oldest ones that grab me the most because I'm not familiar with them, many I don't think I've even seen before, ones of my parents before we were born...
I found a postcard my mom sent my dad 'way back in '77, before they were married... it was really cute. *smiles*
I found a photo of my mom, a dim polaroid of her labelled with her handwriting in pen, '21st'... it was her 21st birthday, she's looking down away from the camera but...
that's only a year away from *me*...
mom still doesn't look her age at all but she was really beautiful then...
and I can see a little more of her in myself now than I could before, just, something around the eyes I think, Megs said it was the delicacy of features..
and there was a photo of her holding either matt or myself as a baby...she's glancing up at the camera, caught a bit off-guard...
and her eyes are the same as mine are now.....
there's a photo of my dad, I figured out he was around 20, 21... he looks *exactly* like my brother does now, only with brown hair and a moustache.. their hair even curls the same way when it's long, their faces are so very much the same...
there are far more photos of Arizona than I'd thought.. when I was a year old, my parents and I went out there for Aunt Marla (mom's sister)'s wedding.. so of course I don't remember it - just as well, we were apparently all sick :p ... but I blame that for my hang-up with the desert.
there's a photo of Mom and I, she's letting me down to crawl around on the sand..
there are some really gorgeous ones of the desert itself, and there's so much sky...

so I've been scanning in as I go, photos I like for whatever reasons, some've had buddy icons made, some desktops...
and I've been writing little bitlets of things from all of these...
also actually got a non-U2 related story-idea from something...
and made a connection between my feelings when looking at these photos of a self I was long ago, and the way Mackie's looking at Bono in the fic I'm writing...

my original intent was to organise these, and, well, I've done so for one little box... but I've a month here, and someone has school starting again soon so less of my time will be out of the house.. *giggles*

it's been a very interesting sort of mind-trip though.. a good one, definitely, it's left me in a very artsy-creative sort of frame of mind, which is good. *smiles*

*Ananda Daydream * 3:41 AM * *

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