November Days of Gratitude: The Camera in My Pocket

My Visual Evolution Images used to rattle around in my brain. I’d take great pains to collect them like seashells or pebbles from the beach, clenched fingers holding tight, spilling some here or there, trying to remember and savor all I’d seen. Back then, a bulky camera would weigh down my shoulders; few images would…

A Photo a Day: I hope I’m not too latte . . .

My darling daughter was asked to homecoming today when she and the boy went out for coffee:  The hand-lettered sign reads:  “Hope I’m not too latte . . . ???” for you to go to homecoming with me (that last part he spoke or they just both assumed, I’m not sure).  He gave her roses….