Dear Camera,
I miss you. I feel naked without you. Ever since you fell out somewhere along our bicycle ride to the Stadium of Fire, I've missed you more than I ever imagined. When I realized you were gone, I skipped the fireworks and rode Oli's bike all the way back home in the dark looking for you. Early Sunday morning, Brent retraced the whole ride looking for you too. If you were still around, you would have taken some great photos of July 4 celebrations, of my niece's beautiful wedding reception, of Milly, Maia, and Quinn at sailing camp, of a fun overnighter in Park City, of some fabulous mountain biking on Park City trails. You had such great battery life and memory capacity. I placed an ad on Craigslist, but no one has responded. I'm sure someone has found you. Too bad they don't have the charger for your battery. It was great knowing you. But now I'm afraid I must replace you.
Your Friend,
VaLene
Oh VaLene, how sad to lose your camera! Especially with so many fun events to photograph. So sorry...Speaking of photos I am enjoying those on your missionary's blog:)
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