I inherited this beauty last weekend, and it’s not even my birthday. My uncle was cleaning out his house and came upon his old Pentax SLR. He offered it to me, his “favorite niece, Denise.” He says this often.
“I’m your only niece,” I often retort back. This time was no exception.
Along with the camera and the 50mm, he gave me a 28mm, and an 85-205 zoom. And a tripod. Sweet! A complete kit!
I didn’t realize he was a camera buff back in the day, taking black and white photos. Perhaps one day he’ll show me his collection of photographs.
Now to pick up some film!
Father’s Day weekend was spent up in Tahoe. It was warm and beautiful. The high elevation seems to make for incredibly rich blue skies. I couldn’t get enough of it. I divvied my time among the pool, the trails, and my book.
Tom and Yoshi spent quality father-daughter time on a hike that unexpectedly ended up being an extreme adventure that I only got pieces of details about: sliding down a mountain, crawling on hands and knees on a delicate melting snowbank, log-hopping over a lake… whatever they did, they came back with mud all over their feet and legs and thrilled smiles on their faces.
There were even remnants of winter up there despite the hot summer weather. Yoshi didn’t care that the snow almost melted away as she created icy snowballs, ready for war. She pummeled me once or twice in the face. Look at the vindictive smile as she gets me back for all my mean parenting.
Happy Father’s Day, Happy Summer!
Ah, the peony. It’s such a romantic flower, with delicate petals, layer upon layer, the pastel ones like a ballerina tutu, the bright ones like a flamenco dress. Yesterday three beautiful pink peonies were given to me by Husbter and the Kiddo. Today, I squeezed in a moment between scarfing down my peanut putter and fresh peach-jam sandwich (ah, such a luxurious lunch!) and laundry to take in the flowers’ beauty.