Leaving My Mark (1/17/04)
It always seems a shame to me, on those beautiful afternoons when the snow has just fallen, to destroy the fluffy blanket of snow with big, clomping footprints, showing the journey of our days.

I shot this photo on my parent's front yard. The next day, my dad thought a burglar tried to break in overnight because he saw these tracks all over the yard. I laughed to myself as I was leaving my mark, thinking the aerial view of the yard had to look like that lame Family Circus comic strip.