I and my camera are one.

I keep a five year diary which is helpful when I start to wonder, "how did I celebrate Memorial Day last year?" but also fun to see what went on in previous years on that very day. My friend was amazed earlier this year because I could tell her that three years and two days ago on that date we had her un-bachlorette party. She broke up with her finance and we celebrated by painting pottery.

April 17 marked one year with my camera. Ideally I would post a one year post with a picture taken by my camera, but we will just have to have a text post. It's one of those nights.

I love my camera. I've always liked photography, but felt self conscious lugging around a camera. My Canon Powershot fits in the palm of my hand and goes everywhere with me. I can take a picture at a moments notice. My pictures aren't as composed as when I took film pictures, and I still really miss going to get the packet of pictures, but I wouldn't trade my digital camera for anything.

On that note, my camera is full of pictures you won't probably see for awhile. I've begun taking a class which means that blog time has been cut down. Things are still going on, I'm just having trouble finding time to write about them. Books are being read, movie has been seen, letters are being written (though not tonight). Squeak is even visiting and Matt is making somewhat hopeful sounding comments that begin "But when we get a cat....." I'll write about it someday, just not in the near future.

Unless someone wants to pay me to stay home from work and blog? Maybe?