Bumps, scratches, and scars. If you don’t have a few, your life is probably a real snooze.
When I was a boy, visible damage was a badge of honor. If there was a compelling story to go along with it, all the better. Sometimes the truth was stretched so that a couple of well-placed bug stings morphed into a snakebite.
Boys grow out of these desires for scars while men run away from them. That is if they’re lucky to live long enough.
It’s hard to outrun the effects of time. When you get to a certain age, it’s far easier to focus on the “positives” of aging rather than the “negatives” of not getting older.
This old salt was once a boy. You may not be able to see it in his face.
Trust me, you can hear it in his voice.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.