Since May, I have had a bunch of photos of Las Vegas's wedding chapels that I didn't even look at. Over the weekend, though, the Photography Muse showed up, and I spent two days working on the images.
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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