Bwoken
Monday morning, after diligently taking many pictures of an impressive crane truck swinging a load of lumber onto our driveway while my boys looked delightedly on, my camera died.
No clicky.
No turn-y on-y.
Just no.
Admittedly, it’s been dropped and chipped repeatedly, held by sticky-fingered little boys, and dirtied by a messy momma.
But it suffered all patiently and well.
Thanks for capturing our memories for over seven years.
In Memory,
Our Camera.
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