It was a bland and blustery afternoon.
“Let’s go for a walk by the river,” she said.
“Ok,” I said, silently thinking, “Why?” and, “No!”
“You need the exercise,” she said, reading my expression.
“How true, and how kind …” I might have thought on a less bland and less blustery afternoon.
We walked by the river doing what we often do. She plays adult Where’s Wally looking for birds, bees, butterflies, and wild flowers, and I look for potential photographs.
We see things very differently. She sees real features and identifies their actual species. After over twenty years learning about photography, I now see features and ask, “I wonder if I could develop that into something that has visual impact.” I see what is, but also more of what might become.
Tales told by an idiot... 