Gone daddy gone

We searched, we hoped, we prayed, we searched again, we had Molly and Chach search, we pulled our hair out in frustration, we searched one last time (just, you know, in case), and we finally gave up.

It's official: the camera is gone.

How it vanished we don't know (we were looking at it in the car near the end of the drive home, for pete's sake), but all of the lovely shots of Eden, Sarah, Molly, Florida, the beach, the pool, and my ever-expanding spare tire are gone for good. It's okay to shed a tear or two; we've already filled a few glasses-ful.

So an in-depth report of Eden's first exposure to white sand, palm trees, and southern weddings will have to wait a bit longer until we can steal some pics from Molly's camera. On the plus side, we had gotten some sand underneath the sliding lens cover that made some nasty clicking sounds when we turned it on or off, so it was probably on its way out sooner rather than later. I never liked that camera anyway. Stupid camera.

In the meantime, enjoy this photo I've managed to dredge up. It's a great shot of Eden sleeping in the middle of the night after a storm knocked power out. With no flash. And a fast shutter speed.