I forgot about the Monkey

Sitting this morning after the morning emails.... thinking, thinking about the past and the future.  It's funny how you can make both forms of time present if you think about them.  The past becomes the present and so does the future.

All you have to do is think of them and whoop, there they are in your present thoughts.

I'm in the past, looking at the wall of polaroids that most photographers BDA (before digital age) had.  During a shoot, a particular polaroid might strike a nerve better than the finished shot and you tack it to the wall.
And I'm looking and there's one I haven't really looked/seen at in years.  Because of it's curl it's accumulated a sedimentary timeline of dusts.  Camouflaged it.  Right there in front of me and I haven't seen it.

A shot I did for HP forever ago.  Brought in a small circus looking tent, huge painted sunset looking background, some circus tent ropes and a monkey sitting on a circus looking barrel. 
In the studio.
I remember the lion I brought in to lunge at me behind the camera, the elephant I rented to sit on a car, the parrots, lizards, frogs and so so many dogs and cats.
The monkey, nope.

The past monkey is now the present monkey.  Time travel.