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Trans lives matter

This just got a whole lot more personal as our 35 year old son announced on Father’s Day that he was now she.

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Argus C3 Photography

Yellow ski trail

If I want a long walk at Durand Eastman Park that does not follow the lakes, I take the yellow ski trail.

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Photography Yashica-D

Walking home

Last shot on the roll. I was saving it for a view that demanded a photograph. I crossed over the ridge and the park road and was about to head back into the woods and down toward Durand Lake. I looked up.

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Photography Yashica-D

Sky, land, and lake

Eastman Lake in Durand Eastman Park. I recognized the spot as one I had photographed a week before with the cellphone.

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Photography Yashica-D

By the side of Eastman Lake

In case you haven’t yet caught on, I love Durand Eastman Park.

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Journal

Memorial

I have come to that stage in my life where Father’s Day means visiting my parents’ gravesite.

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Photography Yashica-D

A light on my path

Different day, but still gloriously bright. I followed a path along one of the ridges jutting out into Eastman Lake.

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Photography Yashica-D

And there were shadows

Were there is bright sunshine there are also deep shadows.

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Photography Yashica-D

Leaves over the lake

I took the Yashica-D down to Durand Eastman Park a couple times a week ago. Both were exceedingly bright days.

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Journal Photography Welta Weltur

How terribly strange to be seventy

Simon & Garfunkel’s words have been echoing through my head. I don’t feel old, but I will readily agree that it feels strange to be seventy.
Back when I first heard the song in the 1960s I thought seventy was old. I’m not so sure of that now.