...or actually not still at all. Today was the first day for a week when I finally had a change to touch the camera when there still was daylight. I've been taking pictures in my dreams, though. It's fascinating - I see things through a lens and pay a lot of attention on cropping the view. Usually those things are more beautiful than anything - my sister drying her long, black hair in front of a white lace curtain, or roses growing by a window of an old house.