I got a roll of pictures back yesterday. There were three shots of deer that I took very early one morning a few months ago, but, as I suspected, there was too little light and the pictures are blurry. If I'd still had my old camera, they probably would have turned out well enough. Someday. I'll get a camera with a faster lens. The deer almost never show themselves in broad daylight. Neither do I, come to think of it.
I stumbled across a personal web site at which a Mr. Dennis Lewis Jr. has posted a number of snapshots of Los Angeles taken by his father in 1942-43. I always like to see old street scenes, especially early pictures of places with which I became familiar in later years. I recognized a number of locations in this collection, and it was interesting to see the changes which had taken place between the time the pictures were taken and the time I first remember seeing them. If it were possible, I'd probably spend half my free time just looking at old photographs. I have tremendous geek potential in this. Maybe it's a good thing that it isn't possible.
Ah, the rain is falling again. I'll let it sing me to sleep.