While I was home I found my sister's Polaroid camera in her closet. She said I could keep it!
December 9, 2008
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While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. ~Dorothea Lange
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December
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- 305/365 Josh's new obsession
- 304/365 Melting
- 303/365 Goodbye Minnesota
- 302/365 Another photo of Taco.
- 301/365 My favorite Christmas Gift
- 300/365 My Mom and my sis
- 299/365 Christmas Eve
- 298/365 Sleeping in the airport
- 297/365 Homesick
- 296/365 walking in a winter wonderland
- 295/365 lonely streets
- 294/365 Working together...
- 293/365 A sunny reflection
- 292/365 spikes and snow
- 291/365 the same as yesterday
- 290/365 cookies!
- 289/365 Christmas Tree
- 288/365 A present for me under the tree!
- 287/365 Ice cream night.
- 286/365 Walking to Work
- 285/365 impaled
- 284/365 My new little toy
- 283/365 Little bit of Christmas
- 282/365 Empty Lot
- 281/365 Josh...
- 280/365 Another Little Leaf
- 279/365 End of Autumn
- 278/365 Mossy Wall
- 277/365 Little drops
- 276/365 Growing Outside
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