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Finger Lakes, NY. An hour or so past sunrise, the wind was buffeting the end of Hemlock Lake. The chop on the water was intense, but not white caps, not yet. The metal roof rattled on the little gazebo, and she didn't hear me as I came up the rise behind her. She was out there before me, staring off down the length of the lake, lost in thought I'm sure. I know the feeling, and I welcome the duty of the camera to stop the thinking and just do. I took my time, relishing the green of a summer morning, and hating the cloudless sky. She never turned. I left her to her thoughts.
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