Margaret hates having her picture taken. Ok, maybe hates is a little harsh. How about strongly dislikes. About the only time she does like to have a photo taken is when she's with one of her children. Which is fine, but that means there aren't going to be too many solo shots of her in my collection. Maybe if I get her drunk first. ;)


She came downstairs to go thru some of her scrapbooking supplies tonight. Rearranging a bin of beads or something. I have no idea. Could be the poison pills that she's slowly feeding me for all I know. We're good like that. She doesn't want to know about my camera gear and I have no interest in her crapbooking supplies. Oops, did I leave out an s in there.
Oh well. ;)


I had my camera nearby while processing some other photos I had taken recently, and so I tried to be sneaky and snag a shot of my bride. Yea, dslr's aren't all that quiet. CA-CHUNK!