The Morning of the Trees
Monday, June 6th, 2005
It’s hard to beat sunrise in summer, but when you’re a kid eager to try out your father’s camera and your parents are willing to give you a ride, it just might be possible. I can’t remember whether we had breakfast first or not. I recall that the streets were empty and we were able to race the clock without worrying about an accident. The coup of September 1980 must not have happened yet, or perhaps nobody had yet gotten killed for not stopping at a checkpoint. We’d see plenty of that, eventually.
This is how it looks when we first pull up at the park. First we’ll have to run closer to get some decent shots, because last night someone left the 24 mm lens on the body. Then would follow hours of frustration in the darkroom, and some 25 years later, computer manipulation. But first:
I took some more wide shots, finally switching to the zoom just as the sun was coming out from between two trees.
Over the years we would go back for more.
