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.
Where were you? You go to the most exotic places.
ReplyDeleteI was on county road 7300, just north of the Slaton Highway. And you're right: nothing says "exotic" like some dead coyotes!
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