I didn't bring my camera with me today, because we were just going for breakfast with my dad.
I should know by now that one thing always turns in to another, and whether I want my camera for the initial plans or not, I will eventually.
Sometimes I tell myself, "I have enough pictures. It won't hurt to miss one day."
But I think what it really comes down to is that I love to do it, and I feel better when I do it. It's not about having more photos to slip in to the pages of the album or to hang on the wall... it's about doing something I love.
And I feel like something is missing when we're all out and the camera is left at home.
It might sound weird, but it's become a member of the family.
My husband would tell you with a sly grin on his face that I even sleep with it at night. I would have to add that it is not in bed with me, but it is usually next to the bed.
Not just in case, but just because... because I love it that much.
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I struggle with deciding whether to take my camera or not to things, because the bag is such a pain to lug around. I think I need to find a lighter, easier-to-carry bag so I can take my camera more places without feeling like I have to lug it around.
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