The snow has been bad this weekend, and we had a close call in the car yesterday (I was driving). After getting home from church and shopping afterwards I was reluctant to drive anywhere. So I shot off the end of the roll, pulled out the film, and walked about 1/2 mile to Walgreens. They have a one hour processing facility, so I dropped it off and trudged back. The return trip was worse because I was going southwest, and there was a strong (and snowy) west wind. A short rest and I went out again for the Dr. Zhivago trek--Hey, I have a very appropriate fur hat, and my route took me through a wooded park, which for a while completely masks our exceedingly ordinary suburban neighborhood.
I came home, got out the pictures and....nothing. There were some pictures from Thanksgiving 2006, and some pictures of Mia weaving the Ulster tartan on her now-retired rigid heddle loom. Nothing of her recent work. Something went wrong, possibly with the camera, but much more likely with the photographer. I need to do something different.