I love my new camera. I've had it for about two months now, and I'm really getting back into the swing of taking it with me wherever I go--just to get a grab shot. (Like yesterday's pig pictures--yes, I only put one up, but I took a LOT more.) My camera holds over 300 pictures, but it always seems like I'm on the verge of a purge.
I've taken a lot of pictures of the yard. I like this picture of violets. They're so delicate. Frank considers them a week, and yanks them out when he sees them, but I think they're pretty--at least when they're blooming.
The lilacs were particularly beautiful -- a MONTH AGO, but I never had an opportunity to show them off . . . until now. (Do you think I have a thing for purple flowers?) They smelled really nice, and Mr. L called his sister in Florida, who loves the scent of lilacs, to brag about it. Now they're gone, but we have our memories -- and pictures, too.
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