Maybe the reason I have just a few things in my pockets stems from growing up with just the necessary. Coming from a relatively poor family, you had a few things and you learned to use them well.

One could make an argument that I carry just a few things because of my inability to deal with too many things at once. Multi-tasking for its own sake is just a waste of one’s particular talents.

Perhaps I have the fear that if I try to do too many things, I will accomplish none. (I think I do.)

From left to right:

Car key with a key to my house and another to my classroom.

A thin wallet with the capacity to hold only a few cards and some bills.

A Mexican silver coin; fake, I believe.

A cell phone that I hardly use, except to surf the web.

Chapstick, somewhat of a survival tool here in Minnesota – winter sucks.

An old flash drive that is beyond me how it can still work. It’s gone through several washes, been buried in sand, and stepped on quite a few times.

Light-painted with a MagLite.

Try this view