If January is the month to clean out your junk drawers and sock bins, then February is the month to clean up and organize your photos. I don’t mean diving into that shoebox...
My family tells stories about me eating only butter packets while out to dinner. My mom would have to beg me to take just a few bites of food. I remember eating scrambled eggs, cereal (Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch), and carrots. I’m pretty sure I survived on chicken patties and pizza during my teen years. In fact, I didn’t become a foodie until my 30s.
Ah, Christmas. The lights! The presents! The snow! The cookies! The list of ways to celebrate is endless. When my daughter was first born I was so busy planning and executing that I would forget to pick up my camera until Christmas morning. In more recent years I've gotten a bit wiser, and I've started taking pictures much earlier. In fact, I pick up my camera in mid-November and don't put it down until January.