Thumbing through some old photographs, I didn’t find what I was looking for, but I did find these from the summer of 1990. First, my beloved doing her best Stonehenge imitation at Stonehenge:
And then me, showing that the broken arm I acquired in an Ultimate Frisbee game in Oxford’s University Parks could not deter me from climbing Loughrigg and looking down upon Grasmere:
“Last Monday I got to excommunicate a guy,” he recounted.
As some readers will have noted, I’ve been digging through old digital photos, and am surprised and rather pleased to discover that some of those photos still look decent. Not super-high resolution, not blowupable, but just fine, even though they were taken on a 7-megapixel Sony Cybershot.
Photo from 2004 of a place I want to visit again: the Popo Agie River in Wyoming, roaring down from the Wind River Range. The river rises in multiple streams at around 12,000 feet and then drops down the mountain side, goes underground for a while into a limestone cavern, then emerges and flows more gently into the town of Lander.
Why not do both?
First author copy has arrived!
