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July 16: This is a terrible picture of a great memory.
What you're looking at here is a shot from a family reunion we attended last weekend.
The blurry figures are my uncles -- cowboys to the bone -- sitting around the campfire, with their guitars, serenading the family in a two hour impromptu concert.
I live for times like these.
July 17: La Luna.
I was comparing this moon shot, to the last one I took. It's amazing how different the moon can look, considering we're always looking at the same side.
If I was thinking, I would have shot this picture on the twentieth of July -- 41 years to the day that mankind took that giant leap.
July 18: Annie was having a hard time blowing the bubbles -- my theory is that she has so much power in those giant cheeks, that she just blows the bubble into oblivion.
July 19: My sandals are held together with Gorilla Glue and wishful thinking.
The soles are cracked and lopsided. The pad under the sole of my foot is completely worn away. They are ugly.
I've had them for about three years, and I've replaced them at least twice, but I still haven't been able to make myself throw them away... it took too long to get them just right.
July 20: I always forget about these milestone days.
After the Daffodils and the Day Lilies (and the Dandelions), I constantly forget what these flowers are called.
They're daisies -- and they're fading fast in the summer heat.
July 21: Jordan is already a great student, a world class baby sitter, my best model and an award winning photographer -- so why not add clarinetist to the mix?
July 22: Sometimes the sky is just blue.
No clouds to add contrast and chaos. No streaks of scarlet and flame to sear into your memory. Just blue.
Plain old, ordinary, beautiful blue.
And somedays, that's just fine.
Incidentally, do you know why the sky is blue?
(And have you ever tried to take a picture of the blue sky with your camera set on auto focus? Mine won't do it)