Occasionally I see images pop up on my dash from my old erotic tumblr, since I seem to follow like minded curators it’s not uncommon, It just takes me off guard, there is nothing I can do about it, even though I deleted the orig posted material and the entire blog in one swift click, these images will forever live on the web. Today, what I considered my favorite image from that chapter of my life popped up. I am not moved in any particular emotional way, I don’t miss him, I might miss the act of capturing that sort of material, and working on the mood and all the little post production details. Despite the fact that I created images that I never thought I would have regret for, since I assumed that would be my last relationship ever, and had to delete a years worth of work and labor, I do have the comfort that It helped push myself creatively and technically.
But old images popping up unexpectedly are a clear reminder that what ever you are doing /posting now or in the past is forever, even if you can’t see past the present moment.