I was probably 20. I don’t recall these picture and in the old days I would have just discarded them. But they take me back to that glorious year when I attended art school every daylight hour, taking double the full time credits or more in a day when they didn’t charge extra for classes beyond a total of 12 credits. I took life drawing three times a day some days because it was so nice to be able to sketch someone who didn’t think a think about it. I didn’t have to trouble anyone to sit for me and would have been too timid to do it anyway.

Jim was my excellent room mate.

The sunny outside photo that looks like my brain energy is escaping (or being replenished) is probably from the next summer.

They’re bad photos, but somehow nice anyway. I’m glad they survived.