We have a little *bright orange* point-and-shoot camera that is nearly always lost. We're not sure how this happens as it's bright orange, but anyway. Typically we lose it for several months, find it for a week or so, then lose it again. But finding it is a gift on a frosty February morning. And particularly if I wasn't around when the photos were taken, it's a special glimpse into a world that's not mine.
Juniper's birthday-wish fishing trip with her birthday fishing pole:
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