Today was an excellent day. Wisteria had her infamous camera at hand. She had collected so may pictures throughout the years, she started a scrap book. She pulled out her camera and started snapping pictures of the foliage. The nice thing about these pictures as opposed to the muggle ones are that if the wind blows the trees, my camera takes it's actions. It makes for a pretty picture because when you watch it, it feels like you're almost there.

The only down side to taking pictures, at least when it comes to Witsy, is that she finds herself alone all the time. Sometimes she wonders if she'll ever bump into William, but she knows now that that is long gone. William is never coming back and each year it gets a little better and better, but there's still that residual-ness and she cant quite let go yet. She stops focusing her camera and stares blankly towards the horizon.