The days before Christmas brought with them a cold, fierce wind. There were whitecaps on the lake, and the wind whipped them into strange and beautiful ice sculptures on the shore...




If I get artsy-fartsy, does that make me an artist-fartist?
It's a mark of desperation — or just a sign of how far my digital camera has gone downhill — that I pulled out a good old-fashioned film camera for snapshots on Christmas morning. My newer Canon Rebel was out of batteries, so I went back further yet to the old Pentax P3 I used to make a living with. And I rediscovered something: I like these old cameras for a reason. They just plain take better photos. But at $11 per roll for processing, and I-forget-how-much for film, I don't think I can afford the roll-a-day habit for long, though. It might be time for a good digital SLR.
Dear Santa, I've been a good boy. For next Christmas, I'd like...