Memory is ultra selective.  What differentiates the things we remember versus the things that fall through the cracks?  I'm often dumbfounded as I listen to friends recount detailed stories wherein I was one of the main characters, but all I can recall is a foggier picture of that same tale.  [And, I know what you're thinking, so let me pre-empt you:  Alcohol was not involved in the majority of these "memories."]  After reflecting on this for a while, I began to think that maybe that's why I feel the need to document every moment of this life with photographs. Read more »