After a month of digitizing my old negatives and slides, my mind is swimming with restored memories of places I've been, people I've known and things I've done. My memory archive's neuron clerks are all busy scurrying back and forth from the high school axion to the college dendrite then on to the early New York nucleus.

Seeing the variety of photos I have taken reminds me that I have the freedom to shoot any type of photo I feel like. And now that I'm shooting digital, I'm not limited by 24 or 36 exposures per roll, or the type of film that's in the camera. 

Suddenly many more creative options are available to me.

An unfortunate side effect of this freedom, however, is the sheer number of digital images I now have to deal with. There are currently 85,000 files in my photo backup.

Here's another of my favorite images. This is from the summer before college, in July of 1971. My friend and often model Connie was baby sitting, and I stopped by to take some pictures of her. Her young charge had a huge toy gun that provides an ominous contrast to his innocent face.