The rain this afternoon was sort of tropical - it lasted a few minutes, came without the drama of thunder and lightning, fell straight down, and was gone.
I sat on the deck and watched the rain run off the roof, channeled into parallel lines by the ridges of the metal roof.
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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