While back in Illinois, I went for a walk around the yard with my nephew on a foggy morning. He directed some of the shots, posed for others, helped me carry Dad’s tripod (for awhile at least), and in general told me stories explaining what we were exploring.

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From a photography point of view, it was challenging to get the contrast and shadows I wanted for the dark trees in the background, without silhouetting S-. I tried my hand at some gradient filters in Camera Raw to adjust shadows, blacks, highlights, and whites independently around S- versus the background. I’m fairly pleased by the ones of S- on the dock; the ones of him running towards me and standing on the wreckage could use some improvement.

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The pile of concrete, I was informed by S-, is the “wreckage”, the rubble leftover from a building that was torn down in the 60s. Or is it the remains of a concrete airplane, as Dad suggested?

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