If you have a money tree...

Would you mind if I swung by after work (yours) and plucked a couple hundies from its harder-to-reach, otherwise underutilized, branches? Branches of your choice, of course.

I promise not to be too greedy, but I've been infected by the photo'slr'us virus and it's got me itchin' real bad. First, I got my camera. Then I got some accessories. Last night, I bought a tripod. But! Oh! My! Now I need a detachable flash, like this or this or this. And what about a longer lens, like this or this or this.

Our for-the-sake-of-my-hobbies money tree withered away, in rather unfortunate circumstances, shortly after the baby was born and we headed to Maine for the sake of staying alive. The crazy weeds took over so that when we returned, all that was left of our tree was a tiny gray heap of switches and ashes (which, incidentally, is what B got for Christmas this past year---see below for a glimpse into his excitement).



As you can see, I'm a lady in need.

I'll bring my own ladder---if I fall and break both my legs, I promise not to pick extra to cover my medical expenses. I'll check my bags with you at the garden gate. I swear, I'm totally low maintenance.

I want. I need. Gimme gimme. Miiiiiiiine. It has gotten so bad that I've even considered a gawdy-piece-of-jewelry-pawn-swap. For Photography equipment. GASP!