Sunday was absolutely beautiful. We spent the day lounging in, then decided to get active, out, and enjoy the day. We rode into town and then spent the rest of the daylight and dusk hours riding around with Matt’s brother and nephew in tow, parking at a soggy field in south town’s Crystal Lake Park. While the boys ran around and tossed a frisbee, I laid like a lizard soaking up what was left of the sunlight on a bleacher bench. It got cold fast, so we rode back into downtown for coffee and a heart-shaped pink shortbread from New Morning Bakery. I spent the rest of the evening finishing up work for the week and we worked out ways to mount a tripod that would work for my many cameras on the handlebars of my bike- the only hazards being of course (heaven forbid) a crash with a camera mounted, and the difficulty of grabbing a polaroid after it ejected and stowing it while riding. Anything would be easier than the messanger repositioning and unbuckling, rummaging for camera, case-unsnapping, lens-uncapping, stowing of case and lens, camera dawning, focusing, and then shooting that I had to carry out for Sunday’s film photo of the day..