What is it with the term “old stomping grounds” anyway?  Perhaps not my bag of tea in the big bad book of analytic descriptive phrases, but I am not going to rain on the parades of those that enjoy it.

For such digressions I apologize…  I recently stopped by my high school to create a few photographs, and figured I’d post a couple.  Not much has changed since I graduated about 8 years ago.  On graduation night we sat on the field and my chair was right about where the shot was taken from.  For one of the places that housed many of my impressionable years, it seemed distant…

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