I can’t turn back the clock, so I think my only choice is to embrace it. Turning seventy years of age, that is. Seventy kind of snuck up on me, but, I don’t feel like I’m that old. I don’t act like I’m that old. And, I certainly don’t look anything like the blue-haired “print dress and prune juice” crowd that we used to mock when I was a very young waitress at a resort in Wyoming’s Grand Tetons fifty years ago. Times have certainly changed and with it, attitudes and perceptions about aging. The Baby Boomers are starting to turn 70. The Baby Boom began, statistically-speaking, in 1946, so I am one of the leading edge Boomers. I am happy that we have never accepted what was once the norm for past generations and despite our chronological age, we remain active and engaged in the world around us, with open minds, vastly improved health, and longer life spans than any previous generation. In my case, I am healthy, active, enjoying life, and always searching for another adventure. I have lots of friends who keep me young, laughter is an integral part of my life, and I have a passion for photography that keeps me inspired, always on the move, and on a continual quest to take better photographs. Hell, seventy might just have a little trouble keeping up with me.
