c05731-000010 on Flickr. i visited the bridge where my mother took a photo with a friend sometime in the mid-to-late 70s. the original bridge was destroyed in 1980 by a typhoon, the same year i was born.  it’s strange imagining your parents at your age, or younger. that they were once so full of life and energy unhampered by their so called “adult-life.” stranger to imagine my youthful mother exploring a country she was’t from for a much needed <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/le_carabinier/2825412748”>vacation</a> without my father. see the original photo <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/le_carabinier/2824578503/”>here.</a> <a href=”http://seanmarclee.tumblr.com/” rel=”nofollow”>TUMBLR</a>

c05731-000010 on Flickr.

i visited the bridge where my mother took a photo with a friend sometime in the mid-to-late 70s. the original bridge was destroyed in 1980 by a typhoon, the same year i was born. 

it’s strange imagining your parents at your age, or younger. that they were once so full of life and energy unhampered by their so called “adult-life.” stranger to imagine my youthful mother exploring a country she was’t from for a much needed <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/le_carabinier/2825412748”>vacation</a> without my father.

see the original photo <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/le_carabinier/2824578503/”>here.</a>

<a href=”http://seanmarclee.tumblr.com/” rel=”nofollow”>TUMBLR</a>