Camera Unload

That time again: Have to clear up the memory disk in my point-n-shoot camera. Here are a few that aren't quite frame-worthy, but still too good just to throw away.

It's cold in the Midwest. Having lived here all of my life, I try to go with the flow, take an "it is what it is" attitude to the weather. I'm not doing so good with that year; I tire of these single-digit (and negative-digit) temps, and look forward to spring.

I came home last week to find a lemon-lime snowbank in the "sun" room. A case of diet 7-up that I'd left by the mini-fridge had literally blown up! Entire cans flew right through the box, and then blew themselves up. Who'd have ever thought of 7-up shrapnel? Good thing no one was home.




Oddly enough, the drinks inside the mini-fridge fared better than those out. Pretty cold when it's warmer inside the refrigerator than it is in the room. Oh, and I'm thinking that the money I spent a couple of years ago, to insulate under the sunroom, might have been a bit of a waste. Ah well, live and learn, silly female homeowner.

Moving on...

In my workplace, I essentially rotate between 2 different workspaces. One is my office, which is nice and neat and cozy and warm. The other, where I spend the most time, is a lobby of sorts. A computer on a folding table, no organization space, and no functioning furnace.

That's right, it's freezing up there. I work, during this weather, with a blanket (sometimes 2) on my lap, gloves (fingertips cut off), a space heater (sometimes 2), and when it's really wretched, a scarf or hat. I never come to work with less than 2 shirts on. Still wondering why I'm looking forward to spring?


Ah, this photo's been on my camera since last August, when my Grandma came to visit. She's such a sport. "hey, Grandma! Can I take your picture with these glasses on?" "Sure, honey."

She'll be 90 on St. Patty's day. Have to start planning a party!

I couldn't resist pulling over for a shot of this salon in Kankakee, Illinois, the last time I went to visit her. You'd really have to bank on folks' sense of humor to give your business this name, wouldn't you?


Diane and I visited Clint at the firestation a few weeks ago, so she could have a tour of the place. They got a call in the midst of the tour, so we snapped a few photos and kissed them goodbye.



I saved the best photos for last. These are a couple of photos that my cousin Mike sent me. He spotted this...uhh..vehicle, while driving through Tennessee a few weeks ago, and HAD to pull over for a photo. (Seems hitting the brakes for a photo op runs in the family.)


His e-mail to me pointed out that in this picture, you can see the passenger sipping on a can of beer:

© Mike Woodbeck

This little fact is more amusing if you know that Mike took the photo at 9:00 in the a.m.

Ok. Disk is clean and ready for the next round.

Smile!