I have spring fever. It’s closing in on the end of another semester, the weather is beautiful, and I have a swanky new camera that calls to me. Sure, I know that I should use what little free time I can eke out here and there to write my bestselling novel, but right now I can’t concentrate. Instead of fighting a losing battle, I gave in. My camera and I had a busy weekend. Here are some of the fruits of our labors:
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