I cannot believe that my generation was so fond of PeeWee Herman when we were kids. He was a functionally retarded manchild who talked to his chair. How did no one see the prono-theater incident coming?
Here are some long-overdue camping photos from a couple of weeks ago.
Chairs and fire ring:
I have this thing about taking pictures of fire at night. It’s the only time when the true beauty of the fire itself can be captured:
I NEVER get good pictures of myself. But this one is better than some.
This was our amazing deck; we were high above the rest of the campground, and when it rained, we sat on the deck and watched and listened.
A fire picture taken with the flash.
I took this one with the Macro setting on my point-and-shoot. It turned out pretty good; that’s an eggshell and a piece of potato that fell out of the skillet when Joey was making breakfast for us:)
Thing that ran through my head today that I wished I could say, but didn’t: I’m sorry, but the problem isn’t with the software…it seems to be your IQ that’s causing your trouble. I’m afraid that I can’t help you with that.