Palm Sunday

I almost forgot. Then this cool-ass photo of your truly - taken by my faithful Canon FtB(rick) with the self-timer - would have had to wait another year.
Palm Sunday; 1975.
Location: the top of Observation Hill.
Yes, Oly product shot. I'll be getting a royalty check in a few days.
Oly used to be Clint Eastwood's beer but I digress.
Anyway, lest you think that I'm a rabid, Christer, Easter fan.
No...Christer though I may be;

"One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind."
Romans 14:5

Sorry all you Revised Standard/New International fans - it's the King Jimmie for this kid.
This excursion was nothing more than a boredom staving device which resulted in a photo (Conversation piece!).
The supply ship had been gone since January. the last flight until August left a month before.
Daytime was, at that point, about eight hours long - easing into all-dark-all-the-time.
Thirty-six years ago today.
Ah, sweet bird of youth.