Alas!

Poor Yoric!

It's Shadow

 

moves faster now.

My First Camera

was given to me by my Grandmother. I would trade my latest to have the negatives from it- the first roll was of a train wreck at night near her house! I still remember how the headlights from the emergency vehicles on the other side shone though the wreckage. How the world has changed. I was about 12 years old, staying with her for the summer and she let me walk up to the site in the dark. No worries.