Sunny comes back. He always comes back. He always comes back to warm me.Sunny comes back. He always comes back. He never would forget me.It's a song they used to sing to crying kids at nursery school. Well, they said, "Mommy comes back."
Oooo, that second photo is amazing! The sky looks like a billowy silk sheet that's caught the sun in its folds!
I'm guessing you gave up film photography.That's another change from that to this moment in time.