When someone takes a picture of me now I am never quite sure if they are joking, or if I really do look like this. I look at an older man than I feel and it is quite disconcerting. And I have just been listening to a play on Radio Four, a romantic comedy by Michael Connolly about a nun and a priest in their fifties who leave their orders to get married and begin a new life together. It wasn't the best play I have heard on radio but it did signify something and spoke about being the age I am and how expectations and prejudices exist, still for people over forty (I expect that may be the cut off age). Though does anyone believe that fifty is the new forty, or whatever. Anyway, anyone with age angst can listen to the play on iPlayer, if they have the time. Personally I think it missed the mark but hey ho.
I recently posted a picture by Robert Juniper and here is another. It is a landscape but not as we would know, though it has the delightful chaos of being just what it is. For a colourblinder like me, it has that vibrancy of colour I can really relate to and I find it, and indeed his work, one of my finds at fifty-five, and so I happily post it here. I will not post all my finds-at-fifty-five in this blog (a man must have his secrets) but suffice to say I am younger than my picture suggests and a great deal happier than I look. And so now for some happy music, hmm, what to choose, perhaps a banjo, or a guitar... nah, if the youth think we wallow in nostalgia, then who am I to spoil the myth - lets have some Canadian raunch - kick here and get your dancin' boots on - let me get a big hell yeah - hell yeah - from my kinda girl! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btQOND5PGSs sorry I can't embed it but hell yeah!
