But my husband, who took photography courses in college back when taking pictures involved chiseling crude drawings on the cave walls with a pointed stick, wanted a more challenging camera to play with.
For the last few days, nothing's been safe.
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Welcome to Outdoor Wednesday at That Old House!
Thanks to Susan of A Southern Daydreamer for hosting.
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Thanks to Susan of A Southern Daydreamer for hosting.
Go visit, here, or click the logo at the end of the post.
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A week ago, a new Nikon Something-Something Model SLR Digital camera arrived at That Old House, and Howard has been playing with his new toy ever since.
On a stroll around the house the other day, just as some of the endless rain was actually ending for a few hours, he snapped some shots.
Daffodils in bud, just waiting to make a break for it:
A stem of the world's fiercest weed; check out those thorns.
This is one wicked, wicked plant and is destined to go.
This is one wicked, wicked plant and is destined to go.
A small lilac branch, with a suspended rain drop.
If you look really closely, you can see two neighboring houses reflected in the drop -- one next to us, one across the street.
I love that -- two houses, captured in that tiny drop. Look below!
I love that -- two houses, captured in that tiny drop. Look below!
And then, That Old House herself, looking mighty sad and damp and, well, pretty awful.
In urgent need of a spring cleanup and sprucing-up. Where are the Christmas decorations when you need them?
In urgent need of a spring cleanup and sprucing-up. Where are the Christmas decorations when you need them?
Even Dion is not safe from the resident paparazzo.
But I am. My husband is no fool.