Do you ever wonder how many photos belong to other people's memories, yet encapsulate you in the background? For instance, a while back my friend linked this photo to me. A few of us were in downtown Lawrence and perused the Casbah windowfront. Lo and behold, some guy took a photo, and my pal Tracy saw the result. That's me, red polo.
Or take a simple photo of me. Look at all the folks in the background. I know one of 'em, but the others... they're part of my memory, of my computer's disk space, of this moment.
I always thought it'd be cool to look back at old photos and see someone famous, at a time when they weren't famous. Isn't that... Michelle Obama? Well, we are in Chicago... why is she wearing those Kmart mom jeans?