for the odd snapshot or instagram, but I do not love its' photo capabilities.  I miss Delores.  I want her back.  She and I belong together.  I called the camera repair shop the other day and said that I was going to come bust her out and put her together again with book tape and only return her once the part is in.  But I haven't gone yet.  Mostly because the gentlemen on the other end of the phone explained as clearly as he good in extremely broken English that my idea sucked.  "You come now, camera stay broken.  No fix." Okay, sir.  Message received.  What it's made me realize though is that I blog as much for the visuals as anything else.  Which is kind of funny, considering that I'm a writer.  But so much of what I write about is inspired by what I see.  And Delores helps me capture that.  Come back to me, Delores, my beloved girl on the side.  In the meantime, please forgive the photos for the last couple of weeks, and likely the next couple to come.