Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Difference of a Year
A year flies past so quickly these days. When I was younger, in grade school, I remember watching the minute hand on the clock as it passed incredibly slow. It seems with age (and with it responsibilities and schedules) we almost loose those minutes that once lingered on.
I found this picture from a year ago of me and Gemma. Taken mid-way through one of the worst years I've had, the affects of circumstances on my face and even in how I clung to my girl are easy to spot ( for me). I noticed the date and realized it was exactly a year ago so snapped a new photo today. As an afterthought I wish I had taken the shades off so I could capture my eyes, but I know without seeing them that they are worlds livelier.
June 19 2011~
June 19 2012~
~Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man
In Truth That She LearnedOr In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died
Measure In Love
Seasons of Love.~
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/rent/#share
I found this picture from a year ago of me and Gemma. Taken mid-way through one of the worst years I've had, the affects of circumstances on my face and even in how I clung to my girl are easy to spot ( for me). I noticed the date and realized it was exactly a year ago so snapped a new photo today. As an afterthought I wish I had taken the shades off so I could capture my eyes, but I know without seeing them that they are worlds livelier.
June 19 2011~
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man
In Truth That She LearnedOr In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died
Measure In Love
Seasons of Love.~
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/rent/#share
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