I came across some old pictures the other day and came to realize something. Photographs, capture a time and place but they also capture something more than that. They capture something that is very subtle, they capture moods and feelings as well.

I came across this one picture, taken at a party.  I remember this party fairly well.  I’m sitting next to a certain person, talking to them. The particular photo I’m talking about, when I first saw it, I thought that the expression on this person’s face was odd. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what the facial expression was conveying. Looking at the picture now, several years removed from it, it’s obvious that the expression the face was conveying was disdain. It’s anger, hatred and disgust all rolled into one single expression. At the time, I didn’t see, but I can clearly see it now.

Talk about being blind.

I’m glad I’m not at that place anymore. I’m glad that I’ve moved well the heck beyond that time and place. I can’t help but wonder what was wrong with me that I was so willing to ignore all the red flags and continue down the wrong path.  I gave up so much for so little.  For nothing actually.  I hope to never repeat that ordeal.