The rain, what rain we had, didn't come at the right time or in the right amount. As a result, the dryland farmer south of us has a huge field of plowed dirt instead of cotton.
(Just a few feet from where I stood to take this picture: a rattlesnake.)
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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