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Cicadas hold particular meaning for me. We hear them a lot more often than we see them, so I took the unusual opportunity for a photograph today. This one was lying dead on the bicycle path, somewhat the worse for … Continue reading
Cicadas hold particular meaning for me. We hear them a lot more often than we see them, so I took the unusual opportunity for a photograph today. This one was lying dead on the bicycle path, somewhat the worse for … Continue reading
Recently I paid a farewell visit to the house where I grew up. My father is in the midst of moving out of the place. I took a few pictures of things I wanted to remember. These giant cottonwood poplars, … Continue reading