As a frigid arctic blast pushed through the Midwest yesterday, I retreated to my office to do a little organizing. I came across some pictures I shot in Maui about 5 years ago when Teresa and I were there on our 25th anniversary. When I shot the pictures, I was in the midst of law school, so consequently, they got burned to a DVD and I really hadn’t thought about them or seen them since early 2006. Now, with a little time on my hands, I revisited them. This triggered childhood memories of seeing grainy, yellowing, black and white pictures my father shot on the Gulf Coast while he was in the Army Air Corps. I remember being mesmerized as a child by his pictures of palm trees and other tropical-looking scenes. I decided that I was going to pay homage to him–after all, he got me started in all of this in about 1972–by a set of images with a distinctly vintage feel, similar to his images. I wanted them to have a vintage feel, from a time that Hawaii was unspoiled by tourists and commercialism. Sadly, his pictures only exist in my memory now. I haven’t seen them in many years. Warm memories of a simpler time. It made me feel warm and it kept me out of the cold most of yesterday.