Mutable
No matter how we grovel, time marches staunchly on.
You do not need to call it, for it will come anon.
Moment after moment, we can’t avoid its flight.
It segues from each morning to afternoon and night.
We can’t exceed its time limits, for it determines when
we pass from pretty newcomer to become a has-been.
It is the plan of nature. We can’t escape the way
that time chooses to change us day to day to day.
Prompts today are flight, grovel, pretty, exceed, moment and segue. This post, I realize, seems a bit self-centered, but I couldn’t find photos of anyone else that showed this many stages. I had more photos that included people from different stages, but unfortunately I forgot to save it so after an hour of work, lost it. These are hurried photos briefly illustrating the mutability of life.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I love your photos. Your sweet sixteen photo is especially cute.
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Carol, I think I was actually just 14 when that was taken. My sister dressed me up in her dress and did my makeup and hair… for the fun of it. She was 18.
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Either way it’s a great photo.
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You had a field day with my blog today (Monday.) Thanks for all the views, Carol.
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I’ve had a crazy 10 days where I wasn’t able to check my emails. I spent four days going back and forth to the hospital where my husband and was recovering from pneumonia. Then I had to run errands picking up meds, going to the dentist, a morning at the hairdresser and then after all that I tested positive for COVID and had to cancel my flight to New Brunswick. Today was the first day that I felt well enough to go through some of my emails.
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Love these glimpses into your life Judy.
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It’s fun to have glimpses back at our own lives as well, Sadje.
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Oh so true.
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Every time I think I know what I look like, I check the mirror — and it’s someone new 😀
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I know exactly what you mean.
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It’s a bit eeries because sometimes, I look and say “HI MOM!” and other days, I have NO idea who that is.
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I sometimes get flashes of my mom as well.
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Love this photographic journey through the life-time so far. More to come, I’m sure and I want to share in it.
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Judy, three times I changed the line to ” that time chooses to change us day to day to day.” Two of those times, WP changed it back to “that time chooses to change us day to day today.” Wonder if they were trying to tell me something? Finally got it changed to my intended line…
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Messages we need to hear come from strange sources sometimes.
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Ha.. I know.
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Such great photos.
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It would be so fun to see others do this. Sam started it with him post.
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I don’t think I have the photos…. Hmmm
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No older sis with a new camera, huh?
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Nope. I’m the older sis. 😀
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I just did it! I had more photos than I realized…
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Great photos Judy. I have very few from my childhood.
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This would have been true of me, as well, Lauren, if it weren’t for my older sister.
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“Has been?” I think not!
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;o) Thanks, Annie.
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Such a wise post
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Sometimes I state the obvious, I know, like the prompt words are leading me to do so.
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Love the photos and the poetic dispatch. And yes it is a way to better know a person from whence they came and where they are today. I had a similar one on my birthday last year, did you click on it~?
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Sam, I loved yours and commented on it. I said you should issue a challenge… and that is why I did mine. I had many more photos, then lost them. Spent a good 1/2 hour trying to get them all back and gave up. I don’t have a lot of time while my family is here and getting ready for Day of the Dead…a big deal here.
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I love the photo montage! Do you still feel young inside, though? I hope so. 🙂
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My mother, who died at age 91, said she never felt older than 16. I feel the same. A bit more mature, but I still get a tremendous kick out of simple things.
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Me too. Something else to be grateful for.
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