I dumped a bunch a photos from a small point and shoot I sometimes carry in my handbag. Photos from two years ago.
Obviously I don't use that camera very much. So when J asked to take it hiking, I said, You bet. Take lots of pics. And send them to me. That way I know you're alive.
Not that I'm obsessive about making sure my
children young adults are alive, but I did help get them this far and would hate to see them muck that up by falling off a mountain. A very high mountain. Or get eaten by a bear. A very hungry bear.
So yes, J, you can take the camera. But first let me upload my old photos.
Just what I needed to see today.
Cold, snowy weather. Because it is NOT cold and snowy here.
It is hot, hot, hot.
And I am not, not, not complaining. Especially after that no-good, horrible, nasty, yucky take-the-power-away-from-us-for-eight-days snowstorm back in October.
Not that I'm holding a grudge or anything.
It's just that I think this is a perfectly delightful way to see winter.
In a picture.