Faces of Mike

Back in December, I was so excited when I opened one of my gifts from Mike to find a Nikon CoolPix Digital Camera! No longer would I have to lug around my 35mm camera-o-wonder (because I "wonder" how it has lasted this long). No longer would I have to click and then hope that the picture turned out half-decent (which it usually didn't). No longer would I have to tweak the little latch on the film (yes, I was still using film) door so that the door didn't open and expose all my picture hopefuls. And no longer would I have to take my rolls of film (I know - old school) to the store, and pay loads and loads of money to develop them into mostly crappy pictures anyway. I could once again enjoy the photo-taking. I could now start using the camera-happy gene (passed down by my mother) that had laid dormant for so long. As I said, it was an exciting day for me.

So, I started taking pictures. Lots of them.

Mike is sooooooooo glad he got me this camera.