Charlotte took this shot of me in a dive bar along the main drag of Lahaina on the Hawaiian island of Maui. Lahaina is the town devastated by a wildfire a few years back. I came across the photo while looking for the parrot image that the University of Cambridge licensed from me a couple of weeks ago. We rented a house there for about a week and loved Maui’s west coast.

I’m finally done with the gigabytes of photos that had to be curated ahead of launching the new website for my fine art photography. So today, I spent much of my time going through a trove of half-century-old photos from my childhood and teenage years in Los Angeles.

I suppose it is easy to think that I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about, dwelling on and analyzing my past. And yes, over these past four or five months, I have admittedly spent more time than usual discovering, sorting through and making sense of all kinds of crap from my childhood. It’s definitely been a process, but mostly a healthy one.

I guess you are never too old to go through a dysfunctional childhood. It’s always there, like a knotted neckless or a third eye that is constantly looking at your life through a totally different lens.

For the most part, my days are spent working on creative projects that have very little to do with the past. They are all about the future.