Any sufficiently advanced (or past) technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Morning 7am Hawk Hill ride from the apartment. Fog was dripping, the air was still and warm. SF was muggy today.
Super durable, low tech, asset tagging; not suitable for trees.
My Uncle Robert recently got a film/slide scanner and sent me some photos he took of the family today. This may be a birthday party or some summer holiday. Looking at these gets me nostalgic for the days of rusty metal play sets, backyards with no fences, the smell of grilled chicken, being with my cousins, and running around not giving a damn about the heat or humidity.