Recently, I received access to the data files from an old flip phone on which I had stored several low-res photos. Viewing the newly-rediscovered images was akin to unearthing my own personal time capsule, placed unwittingly in the bowels of this technological dinosaur (otherwise known as a Samsung SGH A157) by a slightly-younger me only to be discovered several years down the line.
I share a few of these newly discovered images with you, dear reader.
This was a mural on the side of a then-vacant building which I used to walk past on a regular basis while living in Minneapolis. Nowadays, the building serves as a Lund’s (i.e., regional grocery store).
I was obsessed with vanity plates for a number of years. I encountered this particular vanity plate on a bright red sedan whose owner lived in my neighborhood. I think it’s so clever.
While we’re on the topic of soulmates, here is a photo of my late feline companion, Kier, who loved to frolic in and around the sheets on any freshly-made bed.
For my 30th birthday, one of my best friends gave me a delightful coin purse with two owls emblazoned on the front. Although the coinpurse is long gone (having been accidentally dropped during a 2010 visit to Colorado) its image remained, thanks to my “time capsule.”
My beloved sister and mother, seated in the tranquil garden of the San Francisco AIDS Memorial during a family vacation to California three years ago.
This was my favorite work of art in the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. A seated Buddha on a lotus flower, this massive wooden sculpture towered over most visitors to the museum.
In stark contrast to the Buddha sculpture, here is a close-up of the backside of an American Dollar. I don’t remember the story behind this particular image–perhaps there is none.
I’ll sign off with this . . .