Streams of Time

chris field
Any Writers
Published in
7 min readOct 28, 2021

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Photo by Chris Field. Rights reserved.

Google is nagging me to buy more storage. I have somehow used 15 gigabytes of digital space on email, PDFs, and photos. Mostly photos. Time to delete duplicates and blurry images. I jump into my Google photo collection and keep scrolling back all the way to 2002, the first dated picture I have stored there. Then I inch forward in time.

I have just gone back almost 20 years. Almost. The date of the first photo is January 17th, 2002. It is of my cousin and my dad on my dad’s Harley. My cousin, flashing a huge smile, has on a black leather jacket and helmet, and my dad is wearing a black leather vest, shades, black helmet, and black boots. They are in my dad’s driveway in Florida. I don’t think I took the picture, but there it is, first in line to open my digital history.

Next is a batch of photos of Afghanistan from a friend who was a war correspondent. Then there he is again in Japan on Mount Fuji. I could have been there with him in Fuji but turned down a teaching job in Japan and stayed in Pittsburgh at the last minute. I was working in a Greek restaurant then, making gyros, fish sandwiches, and salads. Later, I would use the long grind of kitchen work as motivation to go on and become a librarian. When I finally left, the owner, Gus, offered to raise my pay to $10 an hour. “Gus,” I said, “I can’t make gyros anymore. I’m gonna be a librarian!”

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