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Friday was my birthday. Next day, yesterday, Saturday, that is, as Carol and I were driving out of the farm where we buy eggs a few miles east of town, I noticed a two-rut driveway that reminded me of the old driveway at my grandparents’ farm, the south-to-north driveway off of Waters Road, where I had taken a picture of myself sometime in 2012. That’s the photo on the home page of this Web site. I’ve been meaning to update the home page portrait, so I stopped the car, told Carol I would be “just a sec,” and jumped out to try to see what I could get. Here is that picture, with no Photoshopping except a little color correction and the erasing of a wire fence along one side of the driveway. This is frame number twelve of twelve shots. The camera clock indicates I took slightly under two-and-a-half minutes from first squeeze of the shutter release to the twelfth, which translates to “just a sec,” exactly as I promised Carol, a commendably understanding spouse, a patient photographer in her own right.
Whatever you may think, and you are welcome to tell me so long as you are gentle, I doubt that I will use this new photo to replace the 2012 one, which, before I cropped it for the home page, looked like this.
But I will keep trying. And while I was thinking about all these things last night, I wondered whether I had a photo I might show you of dear Grandma Grossmann when she was the age I have just arrived at, three score years and twelve, as Abraham Lincoln might have put it, if he had lived so long. Happily, I did find one. Here it is.
Once again, I’d be glad to hear what you think, but be gentle, won’t you, when you are talking about my grandma or my photography.
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