Usually, I take my camera with me at all times. The small one. I need to become more habitified in using the big one. We all know the big one is better. Better quality. Better stabilization. Better satisfaction. Just Better. By the way, I am still thinking, writing and talking about my camera.
After one of my outings... a day of giddiness that girls seem privy to... this is NOT, I repeat, NOT, discrimination against you guys out there. I mean, face it, we don't really laugh at the same funnies. This day outing... was interesting because the entire town was closed. (same town from yesterday's post - except I did not learn my lesson on visiting on a Sunday.) Can you believe I actually returned to this town on another SUNDAY? Insanity. Alzheimers. Schizophrenia (Aurora wanted to go). Schistosomiasis.
I wanted to buy Fig Preserves. With Strawberries.
I drove miles. hours. just for some figgy jam. probably could have bought the same figgy jam at my grocery store less than two miles from my front door. but, I wanted to visit the market again. Because there is definitely a sense of humor hidden in that sleepy little farming town.
Sidetracked... the cons of owning a digital camera. Your husband, spouse, partner ... whoever you reside with ... can sneak peeks of the photos you have been capturing. Before deleting. And so the deducing begins.
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| Scarecrow says, "If I only had a brain". |
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| A trip for Strawberry Fig Preserves |
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