new start
A boarded up doorway. I have no idea what's behind.
Wobbly like a new born foal, I feel very unsure of both my newly borrowed cameras. Neither are handy hand-bag pocket sized for sure. Translation of vision to image is an uncomfortable and non-instinctive process (makes me realise what my relationship with the old, crunched, one had become, and remember how I once was with my Canon A1).
But I bought a laptop today.
Not a moment too soon, as my desk-top now refuses to open and process more than one image at a time.
Perhaps the door should be enticingly ajar, a whole new world beyond, beckoning.
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