Sometimes I just can't understand the way my mind works.
Tonight is a good example. I stopped at the shoe store and looked around for a while And, then, really from just out of nowhere, I started thinking about a Steve Martin book from the late 1970s.
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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