Here is J on the morning of my newest favorite family ritual, the Maple Syrup Festival up in Somewhere, Indiana--I know it's near a town called "Mongo," but that's about it. This year was different than last--there were people there. Lots of 'em. We had to wait in line for 30 minutes to get in, even, and that was a drag, but once inside they bring the pancakes and sausage to you in abundance and afterward you ride the horse-drawn wagon through the woods where the syrup is rising at that very moment and you see the sincere little Boy Scouts emptying buckets of the stuff into other buckets. We'll go next year, too, I'm pretty sure, even though it seems to have been "discovered."Did you know you can, in theory, tap any old tree and make syrup out of it? The only real difference is that non-maple trees have lower amounts of sugar in the sap, which means that you have to boil it longer to get the stuff. I'm tempted to try some of the trees in our yard.
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Great picture! The lighting is just great. Nice one. I presume you're shooting digital? June doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm for going to the Syrup Fest, tho. Did you scoff at the pancake people for not making the worlds thinnest pancake like you can?
I know. If I remember, I think she was expressing her impatience with all the picture taking more than anything else. She loves to look at the photos on the camera as soon as she's done, though.
I did get a new camera recently, a decent dslr made by a company that has just disappeared. My timing is great.
I miss the darkroom, and I wonder if I will ever develop the 8-9 rolls of film still sitting around (the answer is no), but when I go down to the darkroom for an hour or two, I always miss the family more, so that's one way that digital is better.
I just read in the paper today that 3,000 people came to Syrup Day this year. That's phenomenal. I bought a bottle of Vermont Maple Syrup while on my road trip this summer. I still haven't opened it. I was going to offer when you were in Chicago but you were out the door too quickly on Saturday morning.
Throw, what do you mean we were "out the door too fast"? It had to be 10:00 by the time we left, which is like 3pm, parent time. We had an entire city to spend money on out there . . .
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