I don't remember names very good at all and I often forget other things, but I can tell you where every picture I've ever taken was located; what the weather was like; what time of day it was; and just about everything else about it.
Thousands of them.
Even the bad ones.
I wonder why?
This one is of the reflections in the Little River in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park on a warm Friday afternoon last October.
