Yesterday was such a lovely day. I cleaned the grime out of the kiddie pool, soaked on the rooftop with a book and a cup of coffee, and thought...Life...Is...Good.
And...my toes are wrinkly.
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At our best and most fortunate we make pictures because of what stands before our camera, to honor what is greater and more interesting than we are. We never accomplish this perfectly, though in return we are given something perfect--a sense of inclusion. Our subject thus redefines us, and is part of the biography by which we want to be known.
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