Oh, I love winter in the south. Well, winter in the south as opposed to winter in the north. Because I really don't like winter anywhere except, perhaps, Australia. I've never been to Australia so that's just a guess. Yesterday was a perfect example of a perfect southern winter day. If there can be a perfect winter day north of Australia. Sixty nine degrees (which is a bit on the cool side for me), no breeze (a good thing or it would most definitely been on the cool side), beautiful sunshine.
I promised to take Eric and a friend to the paintball field for the afternoon. There we met up with about 8 - 10 home school kids all wanting to blast each other with hot pink paint.
But me, no siree. I'm not letting those guys fire projectiles at me. I've seen the bruises and it just ain't going to happen. I don't like pain. In fact, I won't even put on a mask to go down to the fields so no photos of our paintball warriors. Some things just aren't worth the grief. (Eric did get me to commit to photographing the next paintball war. I just better not get hit if he knows what's good for him.
Instead I chose to sit here and bask in the warm sun and enjoy the quiet.
And I got to read a book and experiment with my camera. I might learn how to use it someday and take great artsy photos. In the meantime, I'm taking pictures of water bottles.
I loved the blue reflections of the water bottle on the table. I have more I was going to post but I better get dressed, feed a dog or two and maybe a cat or four. They get a little testy when they aren't fed on a regular basis. First they bang the dishes around and make awful sounds. If that doesn't work, then they eat my electric cords and scratch the couch. I don't like it when they do that so I'll go make sure the dishes are full.