Yesterday my daughter pulled me out of photo taking doldrums. I have sorely missed using my dear camera and when I discovered my daughter camped out in her favorite tree again, I had a reason to grab it. There just isn't much to inspire me in winter and that is rough on someone who feels like taking pictures is as vital as oxygen. But spring is returning and I am getting a second wind.

Check out my Squidoo lens on Taking Great Pictures of Your Children and my review of the Nikon D60.

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Pulled the kids out of school this week to enjoy the Pumpkin Festival in Circleville, Ohio. To say that pumpkins were everywhere is an understatement! I added pumpkin burgers, pretzels, and pizza to my list of bizarre foods I have seen there. It was a lovely fall day.

I actually twisted my ankle that morning… ironically while I carted a big pumpkin out to the compost bin. It felt okay to walk on all during the festival but by the time I got home I could barely walk and spent the next two days in bed, LOL.

My mom got one of these and was peeved that my kids refused to help her eat it… not even a bite. She insists I have the most bizarre kids ever.

Not an eventful weekend, just some walking throughout the city with my favorite daughter, a small road trip to see some Fall leaves, and lazy days with family…

In love with this face AND the new lens I just got only moments ago to capture this face. She really is sugar and spice and everything nice. Those eyes, those lashes, that dimple, those natural curls…. they do me in every time.

This is my first prime lens and it rocks.. can’t wait to break it in this weekend at the Apple Festival!

Goodbye to summer 2009, we enjoyed you so…

The little songs of summer are all gone today.
The little insect instruments are all packed away:
The bumblebee’s snare drum, the grasshopper’s guitar,
The katydid’s banjo, the cricket’s violin,
The dragonfly’s cello have ceased their merry din.
Oh, where is the orchestra?  From harpist down to drummer
They’ve all disappeared with the passing of the summer.

~ by Rowena Bennett

Hey how did THAT get in here?