On my way out to the canyon today, I had to make a stop at the Strip (Come on, alcohol sales in the city!!) to get some Texas-made vodka.
Then I took the back way to the canyon, where I was rewarded with the sight of this excellent sign. It was in front of a run-down trailer park. And, no, that is NOT redundant.
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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