Raindrops Keep Hanging On My Twigs . . . .

I use a simple point-and-shoot digital camera to take pictures for That Old House blog. My bar for picture taking is not set very high; once I learned about the Macro setting and my closeups weren't so blurry, my picture taking abilities soared from poor to mediocre.

But my husband, who took photography courses in college back when taking pictures involved chiseling crude drawings on the cave walls with a pointed stick, wanted a more challenging camera to play with.

For the last few days, nothing's been safe.

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A week ago, a new Nikon Something-Something Model SLR Digital camera arrived at That Old House, and Howard has been playing with his new toy ever since.

On a stroll around the house the other day, just as some of the endless rain was actually ending for a few hours, he snapped some shots.

Daffodils in bud, just waiting to make a break for it:

A stem of the world's fiercest weed; check out those thorns.
This is one wicked, wicked plant and is destined to go.

A small lilac branch, with a suspended rain drop.

If you look really closely, you can see two neighboring houses reflected in the drop -- one next to us, one across the street.
I love that -- two houses, captured in that tiny drop. Look below!

And then, That Old House herself, looking mighty sad and damp and, well, pretty awful.
In urgent need of a spring cleanup and sprucing-up. Where are the Christmas decorations when you need them?

Even Dion is not safe from the resident paparazzo.

But I am. My husband is no fool.