The other day a user asked to see some old photos of me; I'd just done a post about a photo book I'd created for my wife Faith full of photos from our thirty three years together and he suggested that he would get a real kick out of seeing the G-dog from thirty years ago. I think he wanted to have a laugh at my expense.
Now, I'll be honest, there is only a small chance of that every happening, minuscule in fact, as thirty years ago...Well, let's just say you don't want to see those images. You'll have to trust me on that.
However I thought it would be cool, and probably embarrassing, to roll out a few from back in the day so, here's the first one. 
This is me in around 1998, so at twenty eight years of age. Those keen-eyed observers may notice I'm beardless in this image which is a condition I will probably never revisit; Ever. #nobeardnogood
I'd been out hunting on this occasion, about 1,500 kilometres from home and well north of a place called Bourke. We were over the Queensland border on this occasion, a few hundred kilometres north from Bourke which is in the State of New South Wales. For perspective, in Australia, the term back-o-Bourke means in the middle of bloody nowhere because Bourke itself is in the middle of bloody nowhere. So, I was quite literally out back-o-Bourke.
I'd been out for a week pig hunting with three mates and despite sleeping on the ground in a swag for a week, cooking on a fire and not having a shower I still managed a smile for the camera. This was back before the days of smartphones so selfies weren't a thing. However I added the black and white filter to make it look older than it is because I called my post old-school.
It was a nice spot though, a massive cattle farm, of some 150 kilometres long by about 90 kilometres wide or so. Big.
I'll not go into the nuts and bolts of the hunting trip; We hunted, shot stuff and sat around the fire. There's not much else to it. Oh, on the way home we hit a kangaroo in the four wheel drive though. This was problematic as I was doing 110kph when that happened...The kangaroo didn't have a good day, and it cost $1,500 to fix. Luckily the steel bull-bar did its job and we could still drive the vehicle. My three mates all paid a quarter of the cost. Good mates huh? I got in a lot of trouble though as this was Faith's little truck!
Photos like this never really mean much to anyone but those in the photos I guess. I mean what do you care about an old photo of some dude you don't even know?
The thing is though, that to me this was a really memorable time of my life. I was twenty eight, still playing American football, as fit as a bloke could be and as tough as old boot leather. It was a nice time of my life; Uncomplicated and with a plethora of possibilities ahead of me.
Yes I know, it's not a great photo, but to me it is more than just a photo...It's a memory-trigger, a snapshot of a second of my life, and it brings back those days and the feeling of invincibility. It's a good memory.
Usually I'd ask you to post one of your own photos below or in a post but despite people feeling comfortable splashing their images and blurting their lives out all over Facebook, hive seems to be filled with many secret squirrels. However, if you feel like it just go ahead. You never know, you might make someone laugh or smile.
Design and create your ideal life, don't live it by default - Tomorrow isn't promised.
Be well
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