Call me, if you want some homemade apple butter. I really need to work on depleting my stock before the upcoming apple butter season. Sure, I know I've got 6 months until then, but I wanted to make sure I could get rid of it.
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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