I can’t tell you how long, how
many times I have casually looked out to the back yard just to see if there is
anything worth photographing. Which is
why, when I finally did see something out there, I got too excited. I ran into the other room and got my
camera. I tried to be both fast and
quiet. I wasn’t sure how much, whatever
it was, could hear me. I hurried up to
the sliding glass door, and as gently as I could, clicked the latch and slowly
slid the door open.
I was in luck, it was still there. Ever so slowly I raised my camera and began clicking. People would have to believe me now. I’d have photographic proof. It must have either saw me or heard the clicking, because it suddenly turned and went down to water level and disappeared. It didn’t matter now. I got it on film.
As I tell you about this adventure of mine, I must admit I’ve already seen the shots, and the moment I saw them I knew. I had myself a wonderful collection of pictures of the inside of my lens cap. Why I'm admitting this, I'm not sure. Maybe if I embarrass myself enough I'll learn.
1 comment:
Bummer:(
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