The power lines, marching away from the power plant on the horizon, line up with the tidy rows of cotton - that's what caught my eye today. Even though I'd driven past this spot countless times, I never noticed it until this afternoon.
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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