On Saturday, we woke up to a touch of snow. There wasn't much, but it's amazing how the thought of snow speeds fall up a little bit. All of a sudden, I was in a hurry to get that last pumpkin carved so I could bake the last of the seeds.
And then, wondrously, there was an afternoon flurry of snow. Only my daughter and I were around to witness it. We both grabbed our cameras and ran - before we missed it. There we were scurrying around in the yard, trying to take pictures of the snowflakes as quickly as they could fall.
I love that we were like-minded in our scurrying for the camera...in our love of photography...in the thrill of the chase for a great photo. I'm not sure either of us got a great photo -- but we gained a memory!
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