One of the joys of non-digital photography is unearthing and developing a long-lost roll of film. It’s often a fun and unexpected trip down memory lane (followed always by a resolution to be more faithful to clean the desk drawer, or under the couch cushion, or wherever the stowaway film had been located for all those months…or years). Now, on the rare occasion when I take a picture, I use my digital camera, and so I consider the joy of finding forgotten pictures to be a relic of the sepia-tinted past.
Surprise! Today I plugged in my camera to unload some of our snow day pictures, and discovered photos from my trip to Florida (most of them taken by Leslie, which explains why I “forgot” about them so easily).
So here is our hotel, followed by me lounging in the pool:
And, ten days later, back in Texas…