And on Friday, she served leftovers and got all philosophical

I take too darned many pictures. Seriously. My new year's resolution is to take fewer – but better – pictures.

In the olden days when I shot on film, each click meant money out of my pocket – for the film, for the processing, 

for the prints. I never pressed the shutter until I was reasonably sure the image was artfully composed and perfectly exposed.

With digital cameras, each click is free, and it's so stinkin' easy to overshoot.

The law of large numbers says if you press the shutter enough times, eventually you'll get something good. 

I don't want to work that way. I want every picture I take to be the best picture I've ever taken.

But I am so, so far from reaching that goal – which is a good thing because 

if I ever get there, I might stop taking pictures, and that wouldn't be any fun at all.

I love taking pictures. Always have, always will.

And blogging gives me this crazy, unexpected opportunity to share my passion with strangers, 

who become friends, who stop by to look at my pictures. 

So thank you – yes, I mean you – for making me want to be a better photographer.