From Our Files
Yesterday the Farmer took our digital camera outside, snapped some photos, put the camera in her shirt pocket, then bent over for some reason, thus dumping the camera from her pocket into a puddle of muddy water.
The camera’s been banged around for five years, but it decided the muddy water was just the last straw so it broke.
This means I’m currently without a camera for taking blog photos. I’m not upset, really I’m not. These things happen. I’m totally cool. We’ll buy another camera eventually, and will probably get more camera for our money than we did five years ago. But meanwhile, what’s a blogger to do? My only choice is to cruise through my photo file, looking for ones I haven’t yet posted.
A passive-aggressive sort of person would consider posting lots of photos of the Farmer, since she broke the camera, but luckily I’m far too mature for this.
This next one is a goofy photo. I needed some shots of me in the pasture for a newspaper article (photos requested by the paper) so a friend was shooting while the Farmer and I walked through the flock. I snagged a sleeping lamb for a photo op, but then realized it had some manure on its backside, which ended up on my jeans. The Farmer stands by, unsure what the fuss was all about.
And here’s our version of the American Gothic painting….
Buying a new camera means a 30-mile trip into Rochester, which isn’t on this week’s schedule. But not to worry…. next week I could post the photos of my laundry flapping in the breeze. It’ll be great… really…