Debu Tribune: When you move, you find old pictures.

...And How.

Here is one I took when I was twelve. I remember that when it came back from the developer (way back in the Jurassic age when cameras used film) I took a look and just about died laughing. Now days we look at the back of our cameras and die laughing on the spot. This is the Age of Instant Gratification.
Location: Phoenix, AZ Look carefully, you probably know him.

And an old friend Charlie Fletcher who passed away in October of 1994. Here's a historical narrative by the man himself. Charles Fletcher Railcar Narrative

And Pepe Craentje is earnestly explaining his favorite ways to eat bacon. He was being really funny, and I'm pretty sure he knew it, too. (Belgium, 2000)

He was sick with cancer at this time and went to be home with the Lord weeks later.

This makes me really want to rewind life to see these loved ones again in that beautiful summer garden.

Below is me on an oceanside camping trip with three of Carlotta's relatives, two on the right and one behind the camera. We were all very proud of our tent pitching skills. The expression of the one in the middle reminds me of the first time Carlotta had ice cream. The apple does not fall very far from the tree. The photography leaves a lot to be desired. (2000)

(When cultures collide...) One person's face is full of fear, and it's not my brother's. She was told to accompany him, and the fact that she does not even play was the least of her worries. ("GET ME OUT OF HEEEERE!!!") (1999) Meet the In-Laws.