March Memory

Nothing finer
Nothing finer

Clearing some old photographs off my computer, I happened to come across this one from three years ago. I had all but forgotten this moment, which involved a quick snap and then a slack-jawed gaze as the black and white rocket shot off from my feet, climbing in height until it vanished into the blue March morning on the Chayne.  Perhaps not the greatest photograph in the world, but a hair-raising memory all the same.

With the lek season approaching, I’m getting more and more excited…


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