The Deluge, pt. 1

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Falling leaves
The road leaving school
The sunset I ran out of Oral Communications Class to photograph

Fallen leaves
I have told people that I have a photographic memory...and now I can actually prove it!
In fact, I have lots of photographic memories. 

Here is the first installment of pictures that document the interesting things I've done this year.

I had just wrote a big long interesting post about floods and rain, but Blogger had an issue, and lost it all. So now I'm starting over...with much less enthusiasm, and a realization that in the interest of conciseness and minimalism, not every picture I want to put up should be posted.


 Therefore, it will be a smaller deluge than I thought it would be.

And, Blogger has also seen fit to put them all out of order. So be it. 

Was in charge of the food for the Fall retreat - had fun with that

Met more comrades (notice Moses, the non-Mac user, standing at the end of the hall)
lots of really photogenic people

Canvassed in Pensacola, was in charge of the food again, fed people granola off of plates
Went walking in the Florida jungle
Met some really photogenic people
Some of my happy canvassing friends
The trail into the Florida wilderness





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