"Time it was and what a time it was it was, A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you."
I recently bumped into an old buddy. Had a beer and chewed the fat. We caught up with each other’s lives. Then he reminds me about the mural I painted on the bedroom wall of an old girlfriend’s bungalow. He tells me he still has some photos of me caught up in the creative process. So I figure that I might as well be further embarrassed by posting them here: