I don't have a picture but a story:
I was in 5th grade (1981ish) and I went over to my friends after school to hang out and do kid stuff. He and his brothers always had cool stuff (bikes, dirt bikes, pinball games, etc). So we go into a room in the back of his house to play Airhocky and there is his older brother Rich (he was about 2-3 years older than us and one of the neighborhood "cool" dudes) standing there in front of a full Marshall stack and a Gibson Explorer hangin on his shoulder. My friend said "come on lets get out of here, it's gonna get loud!". I couldn't move, I was awestruck by the sight of an amplifier that was 2-3 feet taller than me and the lines of the Explorer. I asked his brother if I could stay and listen and he replied with a grin "sure man" and proceeded to rip into the ending of Freebird. SOLD! DONE! HOOKED FOR LIFE!!!!! That day was a very important crossroads for me. It left a permanent impression in my brain, so if your out there, Thanks Rich!!!!!!