The birdhouse lives on the back fence - it's been there for maybe twenty years and has hosted many generations of new sparrows. Sometimes we've had to replace the floor. And now it's got that troublesome split by the front door.
Nathan made it in some kids program. We intend to take it with us when we move, but it may not last that long.
One of my earliest memories is of my parents staying up late to process slides in the kitchen. I can still remember the first photograph I took - of a rock, with a mountain in the background. In college, I was almost positive I was going to be the next Ansel Adams.
All of which has led me here.
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