End Of The World - Part 2

When I was in college studying photography, we all lusted after Nikon, the professional standard.

When I worked as a professional photographer for a television station, Canons were amateur cameras. I had a Nikon by then. (Admittedly, this was back in the Dark Ages.)

And so it went. I stuck with Nikons and watched Canon gain ground. I know talented photographers who make good use of Canon, but I remained a Nikon bigot.

There I said it. That is just the way it is.

Now, we are preparing to traipse back to Europe to attend kiddo's graduation ceremony and after lugging a D300 all over Amsterdam, I intend to travel light, albeit with extra underwear.

So, I went looking for a different camera, smallish, quicker than a point & shoot, powered by batteries. I wasn't lugging three different recharging stations all over, where ever we end up. I needed room for extra underwear.

Turns out there are two models, Kodak and Canon.

I joked (and I should know better) if I got a Canon, the earth would stop spinning on its axis, all life would cease and Hell would freeze over.

Guess what I got for Christmas?


Took this.


Haven't finished reading the instruction book. For a point and shoot, it's complex.

Hang on to your hats, and remember to pack light.

Round Two

Somehow the idea Gracie needed a little brother took hold.

Now there's someone new at our house.

Yes, we are all sleep deprived, but entertained.


Not in the running for the Naughtiest title yet, but definitely working on Most Stubborn.

String Theory

It's the END OF THE WORLD as we know it.

oy.

After eye surgery, I don't have to wear glasses except to read.

Now, since the eyewear is no longer always perched on my nose, I usually have no idea where they are.

After perusing 153 pair of sunglasses to find the most excellent pair, I lost them in two days.

Back to the store, peruse at least 97 more, purchase 2nd most excellent pair and a leash so they won't go astray.

oy.

Picked up new reading glasses. Where are they now? Hanging around my neck.


If you want me, I'll be in the rocking chair on the front porch knitting.

Wish I Was There

"If I am not for myself, then who will be for me?

And if I am only for myself, then what am I?

And if not now, when?"

Hillel