A few days ago, we took a trip to the library. I saw my camera on the front seat, and grabbed it. Lately, I have not felt very creative or even like picking up my camera. It is a bad place for me to be. A lot has been going on in my world, the last few months have been really hard, and I have been in survival mode. I am starting to come out of the fog a bit, and picking up my camera to take pictures for the pure pleasure of it was good for me. I need to fall in love with my camera again. It has saved me before, and I know that she can again. I grabbed my camera as an afterthought, and I caught glimpses of my daughter that are so sweet and so very her. The librarian thought that I was nuts, but who cares what she thinks anyway?