While different in every way, this visit was good in it’s own right: one of remembering. Harkening back to those carefree, idealistic days when the word was bright and cheery. Fresh fallen, vivid yellow leaves coated everything in that little valley while still more slowly drifted down. Have you ever watched a leaf journey from high above, tracking all its movements ‘til it reaches the ground? We laughed, carried on, reveled in the spirit of creativity, and made the most of those trips. I miss those times and the friends I shared them with. 
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
TACS Remembered
While different in every way, this visit was good in it’s own right: one of remembering. Harkening back to those carefree, idealistic days when the word was bright and cheery. Fresh fallen, vivid yellow leaves coated everything in that little valley while still more slowly drifted down. Have you ever watched a leaf journey from high above, tracking all its movements ‘til it reaches the ground? We laughed, carried on, reveled in the spirit of creativity, and made the most of those trips. I miss those times and the friends I shared them with. 
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A TACS... while I was not a member of TACS I know the spots you went and would love to shoot there myself one day.
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