It seems I don’t always have everything as completely organized as I might like. This becomes no more apparent than when I build a new computer and move over to it. I wind up with all these orphaned files and folders, cast away photos included. Sometimes I have no idea why I did it, maybe I didn’t like the photo at the time, maybe I set it aside for something. In either case, it’s always interesting to stumble across old photography and get this sense of nostalgia and wonder at the same time. “Gee, did I take that?” Usually I remember everything I take, somehow, but there are some that I look at years later and have to wonder if I took it, or if someone else did. I suppose if the RAW or full resolution original file pops up somewhere on a hard drive I’ll know, until then I am fairly sure I took it, but I have no idea when.
I’ve stumbled across such a relic today as I look for some old design stuff I did for fun when I was an undergraduate for the research group I was working with at the time. The people I’m working with now have a similar need and it would be fun to tinker with some designs again. Instead of finding what I was hoping to find (a folder full of Illustrator files) I stumble across an old photograph of what I can only assume was a part of a TV at one time. If my rusty memory serves, this was from a pile of garbage under a bridge along the nearby canal.
