I’ve been insanely busy this last week, and quite a bit has happened, but nothing really worth too much focus (haha, this is a pun but you don’t get it yet) except for this.  The Canon PowerShot S3 IS. 

My Canon PowerShot S3 IS.  I got it on sale, amazing price, amazing deal, an amazing camera.  It’s nothing too flashy or spectacular, in fact, it’s on the lower end of the canons, but it’s better than the last digital I was using and I’m going to be really excited to use it.  I’m sure most of you know that I’ve been thinking (read: whining) about getting a camera for, well, at least three years. But I’ve been putting it off, and I keep putting it off thinking, I don’t really need it, I just want it.  I already have a great manual camera that does me well, and most importantly I need to catch up in my finances first. (Blah blah blah, talking myself out of it)  But on Friday morning I woke up and realized that I will never catch up.  I’m going to be poor for the rest of my life, resting in the lower to middle of the middle class Americans and as far as possessions go- I’ve got my laptop, my guitar, and well, a camera.  And I’m set for life, you know?  What do I do for me, when I’m not with the rascals? I write music and literature, paint, read, do web design and take pictures.  This is what I decorate the walls of my life with.  And even though I will be forever playing a game of catch up, I don’t need to deny myself the simple pleasures I enjoy, and I don’t need to panic about adding a camera to my list of things I own.  The thought processes left me startled; what should have been a depressing “moment of clarity” turned out to be one of the most liberating experiences since I wore green to greet my father at the airport.  I didn’t feel guilty when I pressed the “buy now” button, I felt excited, and I’ve been on this weird twist of defiance high ever since- I still can’t even sit still.  

So today I was driving down the road and almost slammed on my breaks when I saw this.  It was a tree with leaves, and there are several, that aren’t brown.  They aren’t purple.  They are maroon.  And I knew that I had to take a picture because Kat would never believe me, and it isn’t a good picture, but still.  She says that maroon is her least favorite color because of all the colors we have, it is unnatural, and that we’d certainly never find it in nature.  Well ha! I snapped a photo of it with my phone and now I’m on a ferocious maroon tree hunt- and I pose the same challenge to any of you!  Let’s find enough maroon colored trees to shock Kiki away from Crete!