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o In November 1,050 average views a week.
o In December 1,750 average views a week. o In January 2,450 average views a week.
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Welcome to the world of photography
By Fred Steiner
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Note to Icon viewers: People are always asking me questions about photograpy. So, to help them out, I put together this piece on digital cameras. It even has a quiz at the end. I hope this information helps you. (This is the first part of a series that was never completed.)
Anyone who has spent time with a toddler is all too familiar with the "why" stage. Every statement that an adult makes is followed by a tiny, pestering, voice asking "Why?" The too-pat answer of "Just because" rarely ends that conversation because children of that stage just won't give up. Eventually, they grow up and in their teen years, the conversation flips to the parent always asking "Why?" Of course, by then the child no longer cares to continue any conversation with his or her parents and the "why" becomes moot.
By the age of 53, you would think I'd learned the fine art of organization. But maybe it has nothing to do with age. Probably it's genetic. Here's where I get to blame my parents for something -- my tendency toward disorganization. It's all their fault.
So here I am...married to Mr. Organization himself. I'd hoped that after 30 years of marriage, I'd have gained some of his skills through osmosis. Nope. Hasn't happened.
You know how there are days when you've really screwed up and by the time you get home from work, your brain can conjure up only brief, random thoughts? Nothing really connects to the next thought except the realization that your brain is short circuited for the evening. Or maybe you don't have those kind of days. I do. This is one of them.
As is true for many outdoor sports enthusiasts, the snow, ice and chill of Ohio's winter has forced me indoors for my morning runs and walks. Running round and round on the local rec track isn't my preferred way to get in my miles, but I do love running in shorts and a tee shirt. To vary the scenery, I sometimes do my walk days at the elementary school where the halls are long and turns are less frequent than the track.
