My friends who love hot weather will appreciate this: the west-facing wall of this brick building soaks up LOTS of heat during the day, and by afternoon it is like standing beside a furnace. It's the kind of heat that seems to sizzle the hairs on your arm.
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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