Growing up in the South, my favorite Sunday activity was to visit with neighbors, family and friends. After church and our usual fried chicken dinner, we would either crack open an ice-cold watermelon or get out the ice cream churn. I remember taking turns at the handle while my Dad layered rock salt and ice until the ice cream began to harden. When the handle was too hard for us girls to turn, Dad would take over. Once he couldn’t turn the handle anymore, we would put towels over the whole thing and wait about 30 minutes. That was the longest half-hour of the week, but well worth it. Fresh peach ice cream, so soft, tart, delicious along with the brain freeze!
On this Sunday, I’m working on photography. As I was sitting at my Mac and learning about Lightroom 5, I turned to my right and saw our frequent visitor through the front window. Luckily, my Olympus XZ-l was sitting on my desk and I have just recently learned how to do HDRI shots with it. And the deer was kind enough to stand still!
What is your favorite Sunday memory?