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December 2001: I had the opportunity to house sit for my old college advisor over New Year’s, out near my old alma mater.  I said yes.  I’d just been dumped a bit unceremoniously by someone up where I was pursuing my doctorate, and I’d just been home for the holidays — never an easy place to navigate when all you want to do is hide under the covers and watch Law and Order marathons on cable — and the idea of being holed up in an entirely different, and emptied out, collegetown for a week seemed ideal.  So armed with a camera, five rolls of film, and two bottles of state-run-liquor-store-stock white wine, I decided to cheer myself up via a three-day photo shoot with the Nikon and its self timer function.   Around midnight on December 31, 2001, I toasted to new leaves…

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