I'm heading back to New Zealand after four gigs for MPA and CPT. When I left home Jo (my wife) gave me two things (other than the advice to stay away from danger). She gave me an iPhone so that we could stay in touch ... my phone was in a bad way ... and she gave me a small box. Now you would have thought that a caring wife would have uploaded a set of images or a small video of her and our daughter to remind me of them in their absence ... this is the beauty of technology. No she didn't. She went 10 times better. She gave me a small box of prints of our family to take away. This low fi approach to remembering was a beautiful example of the power of the printed image. I get to hold the images, show them around, and feel them in my hands. How lucky am I? We easily get drawn into the hi tech demands of being cutting edge, and it is too easy to overlook the power of the simple. Love and hugs Johannes