A gift from a dear friend, close up (you really want to click the image on this one to see the larger size):
(December 29, 2005, Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT)
I'm so happy...the old camera just wasn't capable of this level of detail this close up...and the image is so crisp and clean...squee!
8MP of SLR = JOY.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Joy!
I got a new camera. :) Not just any camera, mind, but THE camera. The one I've been lusting after for months, the one whose constantly extolled virtues have been driving my husband mad...
I have named her Precious. For she is precious to me, and all those who follow in my boodline shall be bound to her fate.../Isildur ;-)
Look what she can do!
(December 28, 2005, Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT)
I have named her Precious. For she is precious to me, and all those who follow in my boodline shall be bound to her fate.../Isildur ;-)
Look what she can do!
(December 28, 2005, Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT)
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Missed
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Perspective is everything
Friday, December 16, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Because it snowed
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
After the famine, the feast?
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Bad blogger me
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
Another lightning shot
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
More scenery
Still
(at my parents' place, 9/04/05)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. ~ Shakespeare, Macbeth, V.v.19-28
(at my parents' place, 9/04/05)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. ~ Shakespeare, Macbeth, V.v.19-28
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
First post
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