Without poring over the camera manual there was just no way I was going to be able to show you how the late-afternoon light of October lands on the kitchen table and turns it from a battered 50s four-legged formica into a warm invitation to stop and glimpse peace before dinner.
Not to mention the difficulty of discerning which camera settings I would need to show you the coincidence of co-ordinating colours that is our battered purple arm chair, a jar of flowers from the farmer's market, the painted yellow coffee table, and two balls of wool next to the tank o' two frogs. It would have to be a collage, at the very least.
And I've never found the camera that can capture with any accuracy at all, what it is to see my husband, glasses half down his nose, hair at right angles, stopping half way through making toast with jam to rant about capitalism or the lack of public transport or some such thing. They have not made the Nikon lens that looks at love with quite the detail I need.
So, I've abandoned the task. You will just have to take my word for it. There is a lot to be thankful for.
P.S. We picked apples today. And stood in pumpkin patches. Happy Thanksgiving!