So the other day my father and I salvaged an old friend of ours from the boxes that moved us here to home home:
Immediately that sent us (actually me,) on a quest to find film and batteries with about 30 dollars in my pocket. After about twenty minutes our target was reached and we were golden for shooting. (and I was penniless but still proud that I salvaged and restored a camera).
So we naturally took the camera across home home, across the world, down the valleys and through to woods and we would take it to Grandmother’s house if it were in walking distance.
Instead we pivoted on our feet and turned to the cutest things around our house, which are the following furry creatures:
I won’t lie, the top right is my favorite.