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.
Opportunities abound, my dear poet-friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks. And thanks for the wine - you were very thoughtful!
ReplyDeleteThis picture makes me sad. I miss my friend. I have no doubt that great things are in store for you.
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