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		  	    If a snow storm slipped into the valley after the  
      fruit blossoms were in bloom, I was always out looking for great images, 
      which is more difficult than it may at first appear. Usually the snows 
      would either melt instantly, overwhelm the blossoms, or sap the liveliness 
      out of them. Good composition was always tough. This popular image of pink 
				plum blossoms crossing white apple blossoms near my home in Holladay, was one of the rare successes. | 
			 
		 
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