A while ago I posted here about one of the very few things I “collect” besides memories, old cameras. Vintage cameras decorate my home with their classic beauty and style making me feel fortunate to have their mysterious histories as part of my entourage. Two summers ago, I convinced my daughter to brave the mosquito haven and wooded backyard at her grandma’s so I could capture a picture I imagined during a rare daydream.  We snapped 5 photos and ran back to the safety of the house.  It was worth it.