Some kind of stormwater drainage project is underway near my house, and these pipes are stacked up in the park waiting their turn to be put in service.
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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