My husband is driving, so I grab my camera, tell him to roll down the window, and start shooting.
Nothing.
It's on.
Shoot.
Nothing.
What the??? At this point, I am almost panicking thinking that my camera is broken. :( :( :(
Then, I see it -- the flashing "No CF card" message. Awww man. grumble, cuss, grumble, grumble, cuss (though admittedly the words I said were NOTHING compared to what I was thinking!)
We finish watching the parade, cut back a side road, and continue in our quest to find our motel.
WoooHHooooo. The back road we were on, is the same back road Dolly is taking. This is the shot I got of her (through my windshield).

Bernard got my camera and got a couple of shots with her standing up -- her profile and from behind. He jokes that you can tell what he was looking at. :)


2 comments:
If that is what Bernard was looking at, and I seriously doubt it, just remember she looks really good for 63. :)
My dear wife needs to refrain from committing EVERY word that I utter to blogdom.
Hint. Hint. Hint.
:)
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