A warm, soft breeze fills the air, the sounds of rustling trees above and song birds in the distance. It’s a bizarrely warm October day, the sun warming my skin as we walk under the canopy of amber and green. We’re outside. We’re exploring.  We’re walking and talking. I have a small camera around my neck, solid, made of brass and about 25 years older than I am. I have two single rolls of film in my back pocket. Each image I take may not mean something, but together they make a memory, a record, of this simple, thoughtful, walk through the woods on an autumn afternoon…

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