A good friend of mine, photographer Ashley Montoya, sent me a photo via text the other day. In the photo, her hand was holding an old photograph, and she wrote, "Anders?"
And she was right, of course -- the man in the photo looked startlingly like me. In fact, the longer I looked at it, the more I realized that he was a dead ringer. I couldn't really see the difference between us. I received the same feedback from friends and family, and some were even incredulous that the photo wasn't in fact a manipulated photo of me.
The photo is of a young man, clearly in adulthood several decades before I was born. As of now, I have no clues regarding the man's identity, where the photo was taken, or how old it is. My hope is to do a little detective work on this, and see if I can locate its origins and the story behind it. Even if I don't succeed in this endeavor, however, I'm thankful for my friend Ashley's talented eye, and for the opportunity to reflect. It really is fascinating to see another human who came before you, occupying a vessel so similar to your own. That person has already lived in that body, navigated this world's obstacles, and passed through the dark door. I find that that somehow inspires me to take hold of today, and embrace life's adventure.
I've written about Ashley's own photography earlier: http://www.andersmlarsson.com/blog/2014/4/11/photos-of-me-by-ashley-montoya