Everything was fine and normal ...
|"Check this out, Zimmie!"|
"These are our tracks from earlier. No one else has been out walking lately for some bizarre reason."
... until we got to the corner.
|"Brace yourself. I feel it coming on, Cam-a-roo."|
"I can feel something funny too, Zim! What's happening?"
Mom switched into "filter mode".
|"This is a strange one!"|
"I feel antique or something."
She jumped out ahead of us and tried to get us walking toward her, looking at the camera.
|"Not gonna happen, Mom."|
"Zimmie... everything looks bizarre! You look like a black and white Sibe!"
|"Mom does these things sometimes, Cam. Just ignore her."|
"OK. But I feel too warm in this filter! And it doesn't go with our snow!"
Mom didn't think that warm/retro filter went with the snow, either, so she went a bluer route:
|"This is better! I feel cooler now."|
|"I do, too, but it's still mighty strange!"|
I keep forgetting that Cam hasn't been here forever and isn't used to some of Mom's crazy ideas. It seems like she's always been my sister and friend!
Anyway, that's the news from here today - unfiltered and filtered. Ha roo roo roo! Have a great Saturday!