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| 5:52 p.m. |
We did not jog. We did not walk. We drove up to Sutro Park for a few minutes. Then we came back home and ate in the living room because my stuff was all over the kitchen and there wasn't space to eat.
When I come home and look at photos I've taken of the things we've seen my heart jumps for joy.
All those years–half a century–when I never took a photo. To think I won't be able to see again what I saw then. But I couldn't be bothered with film. Can you imagine starting to shoot something and thinking: "Wait. How many exposures do I have left on this roll of 24? Is it really worth shooting this picture? Nah."
