With the time change, it is starting to get light when I leave for work. That's a nice change: ever since I started my new job at the end of September, the drive to work has been in the dark.
But now, I get rewarded with scenes like this smooth lake at the end of my street.
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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