I found the disposable camera, that had this particular shot in it, in a box I was going through as part of the sorting I am doing for my literary archive. At first I thought that I was up in Idyllwild, at Sabrina’s cabin, the one inhabited by Velcro, a cat whose size required a door entrance large enough to also permit a full-grown raccoon to get in the cabin. The roll of film also included some shots of the stone backdrop of the grotto’s waterfall, without any creek flow off of its orchid-like lip.
However, this particular part of that sequence of images was taken in our current residence, earlier this decade.
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