I couldn't come up with a word or two for the title that describes how I'm feeling. Each day I feel less bereft. Is that the right word? I don't know.
Snapped a couple of photos, looking down instead of up.
The base of a crepe myrtle.
I managed a sunset photo last evening. The time change and the removal of a few tall shrubs in front of my porch have given me a nice sky view. Taken with the Leica.
I dusted off my little Leica the other day and to my surprise, there were photos of Beau on the memory card. Sweet memories, indeed.
In other news, I believe I enjoy using filters to edit photos because the straight photo rarely gives me the 'feels'. I didn't say never. I have many, many photos that were exactly what I wanted, right away. But I think I'm blurring the line between photography and painting.
Leaves
