It's (sometimes) the little things that make me happy. Like being able to see all the way through the windows at the corners of the second floor of this building in Levelland.
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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