365:310 Why?:

Someone asked why I tend to be looking down when I take the candids on my walks. I don’t have a definitive answer. It’s something of a mixture of: I don’t want to step on the dog. I don’t want to step in dog poo. I don’t want to step in a hole, trip and break something. I’m thinking. If I grinned like a idiot on my walks staring into a camera, the neighbors might think I’m touched and call the authorities.

365:362 Coming down with something:

I’m all red and puffy and this year looks to be going out with a wheeze.

365:365 Year’s end:

Last one! Happy New Year to you! (Almost)

365:363 Flash:

Still playing with the flash. Other than the fact that it looks like I washed in vaseline, I like the exposure.

365:364

365:359 Merry Christmas:

Holidays are tiring.

My aunt gave me the sweater a few Christmases ago. Now wearing it’s a tradition.

365:360:

I’m concentrating on something, but I can’t remember what.

365:361 Knitting

365:358 Last minute shopping:

Yes, I know Christmas comes the same day each year. That doesn’t mean I’m prepared. I was prepared enough to have a back-up plan, though.

365:350:

Trying to get an insode flash pic that doesn’t swing yellow.