Walls of time

This row of garages was bricked up many, many years ago. I used to walk past them every day on my way to infant school.

In my hall hangs a black and white photo of my mother, myself and by newborn baby brother snuggled up under her coat. We are standing in front of the garages on a snowy day. I remember the moment like it was yesterday.

My brother took a photo of this wall yesterday and put it on Facebook.

So I went and took a picture of it today and put in on Blipfoto.

And soon i'll take a picture of the actual picture of us standing outside the not-yet-another-wall-ruined-garage-door, probably with some flashy reflection of my now-self in it.

Bet you can't wait.





Just Because.