Some years ago—I don’t remember how many—I had the idea that, if I saved up all my raw photographic exposures, I might someday find the opportunity to go back through them, to find and refine selected images, as if seeing anew. Sure enough, I was right.

Now with age piling up and slowing me down [I've made it to 74]—but still holding hopes of adventures to come—I am having good fun in rummaging through the past.

2013 was when my body began to deteriorate in earnest. But I was right about the past.