Years ago, a friend of mine and I started playing with graphics and words together. He went out each weekend and took hundreds of pictures and found it fun to see if he could pick something up along the way that might instigate some graphic maneuvering from me, then I would tie in a part of a poem I had written and we shared them. He went by the name of Sklee. I ran across a puddle of some of those that we had already posted in a world gone by the way of cyber growth. Walk with me if you will, for just a while, as I move forward down a different kind of memory lane.