Don’t Tell the Kids

…but while they were outside raking, I ate one of their Fun Dip Lick’em Sticks. *shesayswithanevilgrin* Remember those? When I was little those were my heart’s true desire. They were like the Cadillac of pixi sticks and a very rare treat. Just something about that sour sugary powder called out to me from the 70’s. Sorry kids, I couldn’t help myself. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Wow!

Four years.

I don’t know what compelled me to go wandering around my blog tonight, clicking here, clicking there. Not sure why I clicked on the Archive button. (I thought I had removed that awhile ago?) I scrolled to the bottom. Huh? I started writing this blog in November of 2007? I would’ve sworn it was February…hmmm. I clicked down to my first post, and lo and behold, it was written on November 5th, 2007. What do ya know?! It’s my blog’s Fourth Anniversary!! And I almost missed it!

Thanks to all who keep coming back—those who have been reading from the beginning, and those I’ve picked up along the way. I have truly come to value the little community I roam around with in the blogosphere. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you for all you’ve taught me, especially about photography. I will be forever grateful.

The Best Camera is the One You Have with You

I love my iPhone.

There are many reasons, but the main reason is because it is allowing me to have a decent camera with me at all times. ย Below are moments I would not have captured, had it not been for my iPhone.

Snapshots of Fall…my Mom and my Sister walking ahead of me on our Annual Showcase of Homes tour.

My Boy walking home from the school bus:

Yesterday’s pumpkin picking run:

This balloon that was up on my way to bring Mister to school one morning:

This tree at Mister’s bus stop:

And the same tree a few days later…

This very neat cloud formation was visible on my way home from the chiropractor’s one morning…

And lastly, while visiting with our neighbors’, Mister’s face was irresistable.

My iPhone certainly will not replace my D90, but it has helped me to see photo opportunities in the small moments, which really are the big moments after all.