Photos by Braille in Postcards 4

No dropping the camera this time. Progress. I made a real effort to find something besides roses in the images I was shooting…ants, bees, or aphids for instance. Unfortunately, I didn’t find anything that really amused me. The bees were mad about this succulent, but as far as I know not on any of the roses my camera visited.

Yes, I have three of these old but excellent Canon’s, and they would be vastly better if I didn’t keep dropping them. The camera I took with me this trip met with a soft carpet recently, and now the focus light doesn’t always come on or stay on. Is the picture in focus? I haven’t the faintest idea. Most of the pictures I took this trip were by braille.

I hesitate to use the good camera, and I resist using one of the other Canon point and shoots. I really don’t want to shoot any more series by braille if I can avoid it.

• Himself: Gym, work. Atkins is working. Might go with me to see Cinderella.
• Herself: Pool. The guy who shelves books on Wednesday mixed fiction and non-fiction. Reshelved and shelved books. Helped sort and felt covered in dust. I love this job despite the dust. Couldn’t honk Grumpy’s horn at an *** **** who opened his door into traffic. Two dealers ago put the wheel on at an angle, and we didn’t have it fixed then. Our fault. Now we have to pay again to have it put together correctly. We shouldn’t be so timid about things.
• Reading: A Bosch mystery. Sometimes these books are so emotionally weighty that I grow tired of the negativity before I get to the end. I need to ration them.
• Balance: Washed the dust off.