I've been experimenting with my camera, slowly but surely. Bear with me while I work out some of the cliché photograph kinks that are certain to ensue throughout the learning process. Bare with me? Is that the right word? I should Google this. My friend Justine sent me a Christmas card that I practiced on (I know "on which I practiced" is more correct but it just sounds so... snooty.) I loved the little red robin surrounded by the wintery scene. I love everything about winter. WHY do I not live somewhere that snows in the appropriate season? Or somewhere that snows at all? This is possibly my greatest personal-mystery to date. You know, a mystery that is about yourself that even you can't resolve. Maybe I'll have an answer before December 2013!