It's a bird, it's a plane... no, it was our camera.

Two weekends ago we took some really great pictures of the kids frolicing on the beach at Dauphin Island, Riley flying a kite with her Papa, touring a WWII battleship in Mobile. Picture the sand, sun, and surf in your mind- and then let the image linger for awhile because there will be no snapshots uploaded to the blog. As we were crossing the bridge that takes you from Dauphin Island back onto I-10, we heard (and saw) something dense- something heavy-fly off the front of our car. Too large to be a flyer for free dry-cleaning, and too small to be anything but- our beloved camera. Somehow it made it from the beach to the hood of our car... and now...somewhere along the interstate, or, I like to think, plunged into the ocean. We hope to soon buy a replacement to capture the first day of school and pre-school snapshots, but until then... imagine how cute Riley would be flying a kite.