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Smoke's
Creek runs behind the house my grandparents lived in and was one of my
favorite places growing up. My grandfather and I would spend hours hiking,
fishing
and
hunting
for
fossils. In the summer, the water was a lazy trickle full of life
and hidden surprises. In the spring, the melting snow would turn the
creek into a raging rapids, moving huge stones and remapping the geography
in preparation for a new season of adventure. Here are some images I
took one summer day hiking with my brother. |
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