My mom gave me this figurine - along with a story about an elderly lady who took a liking to me when I was very young, and wanted me to have the little statue. I have always displayed it; I think it arrived with that expectation.
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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