I noticed the interesting reflection of the stage lights on the floor, and started
moving around to see the results of shooting from different angles and heights,
and came across this view, which I liked very much.

I feel that it is an image that is a tribute to my father.

By the way, when I told the principal about the history
of the angel wings, she felt compelled to give one of
them to me. What a wonderful gift that was.
I now have these wings at home.

I had been thinking about going back to the school for some time, and
had recently given the "Childhood Memory" assignment to my college
class. I always feel like the instructor of a class ought to be
working on assignments, at least in their mind as diligently as
their students. I will always be grateful that I went that day,
as I almost put it off for "lack of time".