Tomorrow I'm going to the beach with this little goober:
She is all legs, and this photo disturbs me a little bit because I can see some of her 16 year old self here. She is growing up, my baby.
I took this photo with my Canon Powershot A2500. I guess it's a good camera. I had a wonderful, amazing, big semi-SLR Sony camera for years, until it broke. It wasn't worth fixing. I had already sunk $100 into it once before, and doing it again would be worthless when I could buy a comparable camera for $400. I just miss it. The quality of photos was amazing. The video function on the camera was awesome, and I didn't get mediocre quality. Now I resort to using my iPhone camera almost as much as this little Canon. And we all know what the resolution is on an iPhone camera: sucky. But there are some benefits. I don't mind handing the Canon over to my kids, and I get real beauties when I do, like this modern piece of art entitled Apple on a Cluttered Counter:
I think this piece says a lot about our lives. Number One took this photo, and I've increasingly let him borrow my camera to take more and more photos, because honestly I don't care if he breaks it. I would never have let him touch my Sony, but Canon POS...um, I mean PowerShot: he can take all the photos he wants with it! It's like a little peek into how he sees the world.
Now I have to go get ready for the day. I still need to pack the car up. Tonight the boys have Trunk or Treat, and tomorrow Darling Daughter and I are getting on the road at 5 AM. But first I have to go to work, go to Yoga, and take Number Two to a soccer game. It never seems to stop.
I can't wait to sit on the porch at the beach with my Mom with a glass of wine and let the sea salt air sink into my pores. I can't wait to hear the waves crashing and to let the rush of life slip away just for a few days. It's all worth it.