

{"id":7566,"date":"2013-02-08T00:24:12","date_gmt":"2013-02-08T00:24:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/?p=7566"},"modified":"2013-02-08T00:24:12","modified_gmt":"2013-02-08T00:24:12","slug":"loving-the-old-stuff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/?p=7566","title":{"rendered":"Loving the old stuff&#8230;&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda.jpg\" rel=\"lightbox[7566]\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-Blog Post Image wp-image-7567\" title=\"uneeda\" src=\"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-580x427.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"580\" height=\"427\" srcset=\"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-580x427.jpg 580w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-150x110.jpg 150w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-270x198.jpg 270w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-960x707.jpg 960w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-600x441.jpg 600w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-880x648.jpg 880w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-350x257.jpg 350w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-400x294.jpg 400w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-370x272.jpg 370w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-500x368.jpg 500w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda-678x500.jpg 678w, https:\/\/billfortney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/uneeda.jpg 1298w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 580px) 100vw, 580px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m starting to love anything that reminds me of the past, my past, a country from years past&#8230; \u00a0Why? Who knows??!! \u00a0I&#8217;ve got a theory and I know, you know, I will share it. \u00a0First, I think the older you get the more you reminisce about the glorious past, it \u00a0might not have been that glorious, but it sure feels that way when you recall, &#8220;the good old days&#8221;. \u00a0 \u00a0I also have a great appreciation for what men and women used to with their hands, what they created! \u00a0I also have always been somewhat of history buff, and this gives me a chance to learn about things I did not know a great deal about.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So how has this changed me as a photographer? \u00a0Actually I&#8217;m drawn to and enjoy a lot more diverse set of subjects than in the past. \u00a0I love Old Car City, and Shaker Village, and the Train museum, and old airplanes, all kinds of things that are steeped in history and built with character, even when they are rusting or falling down!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I an also liking the simple pleasure of taking a compact camera and just exploring, cutting back on the weight of my system and going back to looking of images and trying to get the best I can with less in the way of gear. \u00a0I think I&#8217;m making another fundamental swing in my work, I&#8217;m excited and can&#8217;t wait to follow this path!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Change is good. \u00a0Change can help you see more clearly, and enjoy life with a renewed sense of excitement, it&#8217;s a good place to be, and it&#8217;s where I am right now. \u00a0Thank you Jesus! \u00a0Life truly is good!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Blessings,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the pilgrim<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Old brick wall painting in Norfolk, Virginia, Compact camera.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m starting to love anything that reminds me of the past, my past, a country from years past&#8230; \u00a0Why? Who knows??!! \u00a0I&#8217;ve got a theory and I know, you know, I will share it. \u00a0First, I think the older you get the more you reminisce about the glorious past, it \u00a0might not have been that [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7566","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-chronicles"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7566","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7566"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7566\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7568,"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7566\/revisions\/7568"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7566"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7566"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/billfortney.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}