The view from the top of Wild Rose Pass, on State Highway 17, between Fort Davis and Toyhavale. The thin wisp of a cloud built up quickly into an early-afternoon thunderstorm.
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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