09-52 Childhood memories in Black & Gold
When I was little we would go play at this creek nearly every day. The mile of it that was ours, we knew every inch of. I think I probably still do. Anyway, I dragged Dima out onto the ice with me and was going to do some light painting, but the ice was too thin. Just as I snapped this picture, the ice gave out and the tripod fell over. I snatched it out of the air and lept to the bank. That could have been very cold, and yet one more broken lens.