Quite a while ago, I lived on the East Coast: Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, New Jersey, etc. Recently, I realized how much of an impression that time of my life made on me. There were some very good and some very bad experiences there, like anywhere else. I got married in Philadelphia, and had a miscarriage in Pittsburgh. I stood out on the beach every single morning to watch the sun rise in Lynn, Massachusetts. I went to Atlantic City with a drug dealer friend named Laz. Everywhere, I fought and made up with the man I loved at the time. I saw amazing art at so many galleries and museums. My beagle was stolen in Elizabeth, New Jersey. I still worry she was sold to the horrible animal experimentation lab just north of there.
In the grand scheme of things, it was a short time out of my life. But still … there was the impression left.
I feel changes coming up and needed to look back. I colored my hair today. Very dark brown. It doesn’t suit me, but I like the change.
Images from my past … in no particular order …