Things are different now. It’s not that I want to bring my camera each Sunday but that I have to. And I don’t even carry it anymore. It doesn’t matter if it is 100 degrees at 2 p.m. We are taking a walk in the pasture and to the pond.
Some of my readers clearly stated that no one messes with their cameras. I am the same way, but I love my husband. And he loves my Nikon. It will be time that he start his own photo blog because this is on of many photographs that I did not take. It is worthy of posting and I am very proud of his new discovered ability. I want a new camera for Christmas.
I’ve started to write some memoirs; short stories of things past that I want to come to terms with. Good or bad is irrelevant. They are splashes of paint in one’s life that determines the image on their canvas. Some will leave the reader wondering what happened. There is always more. They may never know. When I am done with that story, that is all I shall write about.