Wow. My camera has been getting no real love since the year began, so I decided it was time to take action. I’m convinced that the minute I stop taking pictures, small parts of the photo section in my brain start to slowly fade (think Marty McFly’s picture of his parents when he went back in time and had to get them to meet and fall in love). I can’t have that — especially since I’ve spent way too much time and (cover your ears, honey) money building up the limited knowledge I already have. So last night I took a couple of snaps – just a pulse check really, to make sure the synapses were still firing. They seemed to be okay.