What do you think about this photo?
Is this the same eyes? The same person?
What happens to us? Are we ready to get Old ? Or maybe we already feel old even if we aren’t ?
This is my Grandmother. I remember how I admired her picture ( on the left) when She was a young, beautiful woman.
I was a little girl that time.
Years passed and I admire her now for something completely different.
It seems that time decomposes superfluous. Don’t You agree?