On a free day from the tour, we drove up to Creede, where we located the this church, perched above the town. A long time ago, the whiteness of the church could have been a beacon for worshippers, but it has faded now, to a dingy color that matched the clouds gathering in the sky.
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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