220 Pipes

Looking round my office  (ok hideaway) for inspiration I came across an old relic of when I felt invulnerable. My old pipes.

Saw them in a totally different light, no longer were they my passage into maturity. Merely a route to illness, yet with those thoughts came visions of the past parties, people and youth that made life so interesting.

Perhaps it is time to let them go?

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6 Responses to 220 Pipes

  1. danudin says:

    Ah the folly of Youth. LOL I still miss a good Cigar after a roast Lamb meal too, but one and I’m gone!

  2. Tammy says:

    Ahhhhh….the things we did when we were younger…we were invincible! Funny how age gives us a totally different outlook! Wonderful image…wonderful thought!

  3. jackscrap says:

    You certainly had a collection of pipes – glad you were able to find one last use for them for this theme.

  4. KarenAnn says:

    I can still smell my uncle’s pipe. The tobacco actually had a good smell (was it cherry?) and was so different than cigarettes. I was always fascinated them altho I don’t care for smoke now. I don’t think I would’ve considered this type of pipe for the them: I think I had forgotten about them. Brings up some more old memories!

  5. you can alwats have this photo to look back at when remembering 🙂 Nice capture

  6. Steven says:

    Nothing wrong with this. I smoked many a pipe in my youth! I had a Peterson with a top draw and it got me through studying many a night. Hold on to these, for one day you will reach an age where you will know that quality exceeds quantity.

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