Being unstuck in time in old-time Phoenix


I've been collecting and sharing photos of old-time Phoenix for many years now, but it's only been recently that I've noticed how absolutely random they must seem to be to people who are visiting me for the first time on Instagram, or Facebook, or Pinterest, or Patreon. And it's simply that I've been "unstuck in time" for quite a while.

And that just means that at one moment it could be the 1940s, and then the '60s, and then territorial times, back and forth, with no real pattern, no path, just jumping around. That's being unstuck in time. I just love it, and I hope you do, too, as it means that we can instantly be anywhere, at any time.

I rely on my friends, the PhDs (Phoenix History Detectives) to help identify where and when the photos are. And I know that most people have a favorite place and time, maybe their childhood, maybe the days before air conditioning, maybe the roaring twenties. I like them all, and the only thing that I don't like is being stuck.

I'm not trying to be all mystical here, but to me time is a river, that always has been and always will be. We can choose to swim in the river only during our lifetime, or we can dive in anywhere we want to be, past and present. And trying to separate the seconds of time that add up to years is as ridiculous as trying to separate out drops of water in a river.

Thank you for swimming with me in the river of time, and being unstuck!

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