Cripes, my arms.

If you've checked the artist's comments on some of my recent photos, you'll notice that we've finally discovered the USB cord to my mother's camera.

My camera is old and clunky, and while I do randomly get some spectacular photos with it, it is unreliable and I much prefer to borrow more modern cameras. So today I grabbed mum's camera and headed down to the pond.

In a t-shirt and sandals.

It was nice out! WAS.

And, to be honest, it stayed nice.

The pond just happens to be a wide open area with no windbreaks higher than my waist. So with my bare arms exposed and barely enough time between shots to keep dropping crumbs to entice the birds, I had no chance to take care of my fingers. So they were approaching a shade of pink that Barbie herself would have adored by the time I stuffed the empty snack bag into my pocket and headed back home. I ache up to the shoulders, now. Ow.

Today's photos will be up shortly