Abby reminded me that we lived in this house for six months before she got pregnant with Roby. Six months of country livin’ without Roby with us, that’s not very long and it’s exactly how I’d have it, thank you very much. That means that most of our time out here has been with her, and I think that explains a lot of why it’s been so nice. Even as a bunch of cells, even as an idea, even in a belly, Roby shines a light. 

I took my M3 out of the office today. I think there’s still some film in it. I’m going to assume it’s 400 speed black and white because that’s 90% of what I shot from that thing. 

She deserves images that are nice for reasons beyond the fact that they don’t cost much to produce. The leica takes better pictures than anything else, and I can develop and scan myself so, most of the excuse is out the window anyhow. 

Abby’s working tomorrow, so it’s a dad day. That means plenty of time to take pictures. Plenty of time for her to have her picture taken and plenty of time for her to mess with this shiny new camera that is far more delicate than the one she’s used to. 

That sounds like half the fun.