Weekly Photo Challenge: Old Fashioned
Old Fashioned. Such a state of mind. I could take a mug shot of myself and present a rather confronting picture of old and fashioned what with the facial lines and the lipstick but why would I do that to you? Why would I do it to myself? Far safer to stick with architectural realities, one faded but still there in the gritty reality that is Broadway in downtown Los Angeles, the other, the telephone lobby of the Wilshire Grand also in Los Angeles, remaining shiny and new but of its time in the past. If those telephones could talk . . . .
The third, and very dear to my heart, is my fountain pen. I take it everywhere and I can’t imagine a day without that comforting scratch of pen and ink upon a page. Whenever, wherever. This wherever happens to be Central Park, in New York City.
When men never made passes at girls who wore glasses . . .
When telephones sat on walls and people sat at bars and tables, talking face to face . . .
Blogging, the old-fashioned way . . .
Wherever I lay my pen, that’s where I’ll be.