"Even to your old age I am the same, and to your grey hairs I will carry you: I have made you, and I will bear: I will carry and will save." 

Isaiah 46:4

"Hair" was the prompt this week for my photography group. There is a lot of beautiful, young hair in this house but I thought I would go self-portrait this time and record what that looks like in my life at this age and stage.  For me, that is.  For now. 

Maybe it's all those hours logged at the beauty salon paging through the big idea books while Gram sat under the dryers.  Maybe it was watching my aunt transitioning from strawberry to platinum and back, sitting watching those blonde strands wrapped around the hot curlers one by one while I sat on the bathroom floor waiting and chatting. Maybe it's as simple as that box on my ID card still insisting hair color = brown.  Maybe it's looking in the mirror and recognizing the person looking back.  

For whatever reason, for now, it's just me, being carried along into this age.