|Sometimes stepping back enables one to get just that little more perspective on the issue. I read somewhere today that photography is warping the way that our brain stores memories. There are times, like the dance concert in which my grand-daughter performed on Sunday, where I do not even take a camera with me. I just want to see what she does, rather than setting up my fingers, and my eyes, for that preordained, perfect keeper.|
Obviously, though, this house is a keeper, being between 80 and 100 years old. Although, I suspect it is like my father's axe, having had three new heads and a dozen new handles!