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I Made A Choice

I decided to go with the Nikon D40 and really? I am so in love with my camera. Truly. I wish that slobber was covered under the warranty because that is what I want to do to the camera when I see the phenomenal shots. Wow. So yeah, I'm pretty happy. I took about 200 photos this weekend. Sad, I know, but 40 or so were of the Chunky Monkey so hello?? Totally cool. Enjoy!

the Captain










the Monkey Boy in serious mode


Probably should have warned Mandy about this one. Sorry. Aftermath of the toe incident of 2008

I never knew such vivid colors could exist in a photo that I took. Ahh, heaven!

Comments

Steph said…
I just showed Dakota your toe-nail-less picture of your toe and he said "come on now, thats gross!" lol
Steph said…
I just showed Dakota your toe-nail-less picture of your toe and he said "come on now, thats gross!" lol
Mandy said…
i agree with Dakota... but i would add some throwing up and passing out to my response also...

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