The times they are a-changin'

Bob Dylan

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

Historians tell us we can't understand today without understanding yesterday. I'm a fan of old . . . . . buildings, kitchen things, photographs, people, furniture, vehicles . . . . . it's social history that holds a real fascination for me.

So when I spotted this gorgeous lady on her old bike I simply had to photogrpah her.

As I was in my van going in the opposite direction though it took a bit of doing . . . . a quick U-turn then following her slowly in the traffic, trying to guess which direction she might be heading then getting far enough ahead so that I had time to whip out the camera and line up the shot. And just as I began shooting she began to dismount the bike to head onto the footpath to walk with it. I think she rumbled me!

So Dylan implores us '[you better] start swimmin', Or you'll sink like a stone' but this lady sure doesn't look like she's sinking to me - more like she's thriving.

New is not always better. Old certainly has it's place.