The felt-and-sequin Christmas tree on my girlhood Christmas stocking. My mom made it for me, and it even has my name spelled out in silver sequins. All of the sequins are held on with tiny beads.
Guess that stocking's pushing 50 years old now - not that I am revealing my age or anything!
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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