I can't believe that it had been three months. Really, I can't.
Yesterday I posted pictures I took in Florida, but what I didn't do is tell you the story about getting ready to take them. A few days before I left, when I turned it on to make sure it worked, I found my camera's battery had gone dead. I guess I wasn't surprised; I knew that it had been a while since I had even powered the stupid thing up. Once I switched to the backup battery I have (itself with only half of its charge left) I came to the realization that I had not yet once during 2025 taken it out of its bag. In fact, the last picture I took was on December 30th, and it was (ahem) a picture of a bunch of chocolate Loraine and I bought at Donckers with a gift card someone gave us for Christmas.
It's been three months since I even thought of taking a picture with a (non-phone) camera. What the heck's wrong with me?
(That's a rhetorical question, by the way, even though I'm quite positive many answers have already popped into your head).
I'm hoping it won't be another three months until I take it out again. In fact, I KNOW it won't be another three months until I take it out. Yet I can't say I'm surprised. If you look at the folders of shots I've taken over the past 20 or so years, they're mostly dated during warmer-weather months. I don't know if it's because I'm not big on winter, if there aren't a lot of winter pictures to take, or it's just because I'm being stubborn, but I don't like shooting when it's yucky out.
It may be a character flaw, but it certainly IS me.
And just so show that you CAN take a nice picture during winter, here's one from a few years ago--
Maybe one of these years, I'll learn my lesson and haul out a camera between December and April. After all, you never know what you'll see, right?
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