This new fire station under construction, on sort of an in-fill lot. Three sides of the station are offices - mostly dentists, it looked like. The fourth side, across a narrow residential street, are condos. I bet those folks sure will enjoy the late-night fire calls, as the sirens on the fire trucks scream on their way down the block.
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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