Photos from my Birthday(s)
On occasions.
There have been worse birthdays. C. got Covid this week, which meant a lot of plans were canceled—but we still managed to get a cake and celebrate six feet apart in the yard.
And, as getting older prompted reflection on years gone by (and also because I was really bored), I found myself on my phone, scrolling through photos of birthdays past.
It was funny, looking back, at how not apparently “my birthday” many of the pictures were. I guess what I had wanted to remember most wasn’t me, exactly, but where I had been for it and what I had seen—the who and the why were totally not obvious or important at all.
So, here, in no particular order and no further explanation, are some of my many birthdays, which I remember both fondly and less so, and of which I hope to have many more.
