In 2006, I rediscovered a collection of old negatives that had been stored away in a shoebox since the early 1970s. Dating from the mid-to-late 60s, they document random bits of my post-high school life. As I no longer have a dedicated film scanner, I am scanning them (as the mood strikes) on a $99 flatbed scanner and posting them here.

With a few possible exceptions, they offer little of interest to anyone who was not at least a peripheral part of those aforementioned bits. So if that's not you, you'd be best advised to retreat to other sections of the site. If that is you, I hope they bring back memories (preferably pleasant, but memories nonetheless).

In a few cases, I have noted the full names of the people pictured. I've done this specifically in the hope that the people involved might find this page in the process of Googling their former selves. If that's you, please email me here (if only to tell me to get your name off the pages).

L. P. Hartley famously opens his novel The Go-Between with the words, "The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there."

Or not.