Oh how I am sinking deeply into these rain soaked days at home! Padding around the house. Watching the little pools of water forming
outside in the garden. Every petal and leaf drenched. I could stare
out the window for hours. With all of the storms rolling in off the Pacific, one after the other, the snowpack high in the Sierras is growing
deeper and deeper. Its the source of our water. Sometimes things
that are good for the earth aren't so good for people. But for this person, all of those melodic raindrops are just fine.
And in the travel journal, more flaps with brochure-paper photos on back. The shiny bits came from the same little sewing shop that had the long strands of sequins.
I'm lazily scrolling through my photos and printing my favorites. I
have a lot to choose from. I used my Fuji point and shoot that's about the size of a matchbox. (the Nikon is way too bulky and heavy for travel)
I don't recommend it at all which is why I'm not mentioning its name. Seriously annoying features. Everything in miniature.
Maybe my big bear mitts are part of the problem. I prefer to blame the camera.