Finding myself again, and the beaver.

I started a new job teaching online at the end of March

and there have been several rainy Sundays,

so I haven't been able to photograph the sunrise for exactly two months.

Here I am as a child in the seventies,

sitting on the porch of the playhouse

that my grandfather built for my cousins.

This fellow photographer asked where my camera was,

so I held up my Panasonic Lumix and told him it was twenty years old.

He asked if it used film and I said no, it was digital.

Here are some tulips I photographed for an old friend on her birthday.