It's a minor Parking Lot Mystery: someone left a bundle of Sunday papers in the parking lot by my office. I will keep an eye on them to see if they eventually melt into the asphalt.
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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