WHILE SKIMMING THROUGH my Flickr archive I stumbled upon my life from 20 years ago. One of those images is from a negative of a German forest that I scanned and then uploaded to Flickr. It represents a walk in the woods I'd take while thinking about turmoil. It was a time in my life when I well and truly flamed out. I've a half pallet of books and files from that era that sit in an American warehouse, waiting for my bidding to call it across the ocean. It's significant that a single image can cause a wellspring of memories to flood out. I stopped looking at the shots I took in 1991 because I didn't like the mood that they created. I wonder if I'll delete the images from Flickr because of that reaction. I don't think I'll do that because some of the shots have stories itching to be told during a late night session with friends.