Photos of Unknown Origin

The summer after Steve and I got married, nearly 13 years ago, we took the girls and drove up North to visit family for vacation. The girls and I had never been out of Texas and the three weeks we spent driving up to North Dakota and then over to Montana before heading home were memorable. In more than one way.

I bought both girls cheap little cameras and all three of us snapped photos like crazy the entire time we were on the road. When we got home we had 26 rolls of film to develop - yes, this was before digital cameras. After picking up the photos, we set down and went through them, reliving every moment. Except for the four or five photos right smack in the middle of a roll that none of us were there for.

All those strange photos were of a small Mexican family sitting next to the pool at a hotel. Two girls and one rather young, small-boned, male. And the man was grinning to beat all and holding a frilly pink parasol.

We can only assume the camera was left on a table near the pool, then remembered later - after it had been violated.

And until today, that was my one experience with photos of unknown origins. When I went to download some photos this evening I was a little surprised to find eighteen different photos of Darth Vader among them.

At least this time I have a pretty good idea who the culprit is.