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Many years ago I managed to snap a photo of this magnificent tree in my back yard - the leaves were gold, the sky was a beautiful blue - a perfect shot. My father asked for the print, and I happily gave it to him. Every year I try again to recapture that image, without success. The leaves are never as deep a gold, the sky never that azure blue. I treasure the memory that my father liked it so much that he asked for the copy, and kick myself for not getting another copy printed while I could still find the negatives.