...Of the perfect evening... glazed ice on stately bushes reflecting sunset's orange, purple and yellow glow, slowly flowing clear water making it's way down snow-cushioned ditches, undisturbed prairie grasses peaking through winter's last presence for the year and-- wait a minute, who is that? That girl... running back and forth through the house flailing her arms and digging through piles, dumping out boxes, peaking under furniture and asking the same question to ever nearby observer: "Have you seen my camera?! ... Yes, I know you've seen it once upon a time! But now?... You did WHAT to it? Oh, very funny. ... Have YOU seen my camera?!" -- ...Anyway, we continue: imagine the lovely hues of a content sunset laying to rest on earth's soft bed, the floating wisps of wintery flakes...