How do you move toward becoming the greatest photographer of all time? The other day, taking lunch, I noticed an inchworm on the dashboard trying to figure out where the @#$% it had ended up. In this highly confused state, away from the branches it knew so well, the translucent green grub was twitching and stepping with what could only be called rhythm. These photos are my attempt, tonight, to take some tiny, funky steps toward my goal.
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