I installed Picasa 2 as my new photo organizer. It seems to a neat little program and let you search for photo fast. It was no surprise. Afterall, Google, who owned Picasa, is still the biggest player in search technology.

While the program is indexing all the pictures I have on my hard drive, I was browsing and came across this picture of two sisters (I believe they are twins) playing in a small playground in the Whistler’s "Market Place". They are like little angels. While the picture was taken on a trip to the West Coast of Canada in 2003, this is still one of the most beautiful picture I have seen (actually I think I took this picture, but I am not 100% sure).

A digital camera slowly becomes an essential part of my life. It is as important as a pen and book to a diary writer, or a recorder to a reporter. It visually recorded my life since I started owning one, early in 2004. Since then, over 4000 pictures/video clips were taken. If a picture is worth a thousand words, that would be 4 million words, far more extensive than a thick novel.

For almost 4 months now, my friend borrowed my camera for a trip, but hadn’t had a chance to return it yet. And I am suffering from "camera-deficiency syndrome". Symptoms include sweaty palms autonomously reaching for any gadget that includes a lens, or looking through the hole of a key chain as if composing a shot. During the past week, I finally laid my hands on a camera, for work. And I went crazy with it, like an addict acquiring a dose after a long long time. Snapping pictures randomly, some of which are, of course, unrelated to work. And here are those random ones, taken near and in York Mills subway station.