I was raised in Anchorage until I was almost 16, then resided in many places in the "Lower 48". I did go back in my late teens, and then again in my later 30's. Eventually, the "Alaska Oil Crash" of 1986 convinced me, and many other Alaskans----and transplanted Texans, Louisianans, and Oklahomans to resettle in Reno. In the Eighties Anchorage and Reno were very similar in size, appearance, and climate, so it seemed like a comfortable transition. I have always had a camera nearby, so I of course took thousands of 35mm images even back then. Unfortunately, about 20 years ago a former girlfriend who was monitoring my storage units while I was away forgot to pay the bill. That was a very costly memory lapse for me and, of all that was lost, the 100,000 frames of film are still the most painful today. So, except for the images that I had the foresight to scan digitally and store on my computer, all of that film has been lost.

I have been back to Alaska numerous times since the digital era commenced, so fortunately I do have some permanent captures of those trips to visit my mom, dear departed sister Tricie, and nephew Tony.

Wishing you a warm and prosperous 2025!     Jimmy Flynn, g.g