What did we do before we had digital cameras? If one had a Polaroid, one could take instant pictures, about 10 at a time. If one had a 35mm film camera, one could take as many pictures as one had rolls of films to expose. Then one could wait 10 days for them to be developed and get one good one out of the batch of a zallion.
Now? I can take hundreds of pictures, scan through them on the camera, get rid of stinkers and duplicates, download them, and select a little further, and then do all sorts of things with them. It's like magic! I'm telling you, my camera is the best toy (in conjunction with the computer, of course) I have ever owned. The only thing that makes it better is the photo editing software, which is another story altogether.
I had such an adventure at the old house that I took the sisters back with me on the weekend.
It is still an awesome house, but I looked more closely this time. The floors are NOT all linoleum tile. The middle room has carpet that looks like it came from the 30s, and some of the other floors had regular linoleum.
The poop room has a door leading out to an area enclosed with chicken wire. The door has one part of the lower panel kicked out where a small dog could go in and out at its leisure.
The little jutting-out room has the lovely double windows on the west and south, but it also has a tiny window on the east. Could a room be any better than having windows on three sides? I think not. This little window was decorated in the same way many of the other walls were: it had ivy growing in from outside. The windows were not broken; the ivy crept in through the dried window frame.
On the north side of the house . . . what? How did I know it was the north side? Silly! because that's where the moss was growing under the edge of the shingles on the low little roof, and the grass was growing in the angles. How did I know it was north! I mean, really.
Artsy-fartsy pictures are all well and good, but I like people in my photographs. I don't know who will want to scan through my10 zallion photos when I am dead to try to find anything worth keeping, but people pictures are usually keepers. Unawares poses are always good.
Oh, look. An artsy-fartsy picture. Who'da thunk it? Come on, bobwire (that's rusty barbwire) is always classic. You can even trim it to use as a frame for another picture.
We were having too good of a time to go home when we finished the first photo op, so we decided to go to Corinne and see what we could scare up there. How about the old haunted Corinne bridge? The story goes that the ghost of a young Chinese girl who was murdered walks the bridge at night. Many of the locals swear to it.
This is another of those pictures that will be lost to the ages in a very short time. This is a season kind of adventure. We came here in early spring, mid summer, mid autumn, and we will give it a try come winter to get the same stuff in snow. And may I just say here, who gives a rat's ass? Really, as far as pictures go, they are really a waste of time, but as far as spending the day with people you love having a good time? Priceless!
Oh look. It's the people I love! Give a click on it -- they are both pulling funky faces. What's not to love? Hell, that was a good day.
By the time we headed out towards Perry to see how the orchards were looking, we decided that since we'd come that far, we might as well go on to Ogden and hit The
Needlepoint Joint. Yarn! Give me yarn, then get out of the way!
Did you know that The Needlepoint Joint is only a few blocks away from the best ice cream in the world? We thought about that, and then talked about how Farr's Ice Cream is always crowded, no matter when you go there. It is absolutely worth the wait.
We ate ice cream on the way home, cackling like the hens we are. We were tired, full of ice cream, had our pictures and spend a pleasurable day with the sisters. Sisters rock.