The first thing in my life that I both recall and can put a date to are two vignettes from May of 1980. One is scouring a closet with my mother for a red bandanna to tie around my face, the other is a dim, gray moment-memory of an ashen street scene.
So, I can say [...]
The tubes are giving me a walloping so I do not have the stamina to correct all of the photographs I shot this weekend, traveling in (frigid) Central Oregon. But here is a sneak preview:
p.s. This is a two-shot composite: first shot exposed for sky, second for foreground. Digital imitation of graduated neutral density filter.