The only time I have ever been truly funny, is when I had absolutely no thought of being funny. I appreciate humor, but it's just not a part of the person I turned out to be. The food lady's photography and humor spring from a place that will always be a mystery to me. If you haven't read her blog today, do yourself a favor and check it out. The photographs are eyes into the hearts of her dogs, and the captions are their voices - I think most of her readers feel certain of that, no matter how knowledgeable they are about the folly of anthropomorphism.
Trees, water, light, shades of pink-mauve-blue-orange, reflections, clouds. These are some of the elements that made my heart beat a little faster today - when I saw them, when I felt I caught something of them, and when I looked at them later. Pleasure times three. Not a bike, bird or beast to be seen; maybe they're hidden under the water and in the trees, taking a break from the camera for their own reasons. As for bikes, I feel almost ready to climb back in the saddle. Bill suggested we do a short spin together on the weekend; he's the best!
Looking across the water from the back of the school, a momentary flash of light.
Looking East, over Fell Street
By the creek, one street west of Fell - three views of color behind branch shapes.
I can see the Seabus almost at the terminal, to the left of this photo.
The next one isn't for a half hour.
I snap a distance shot.
The sign says 1 minute, 4 seconds.
I snap a close-up, clutch my camera, hit the icons on the ticket machine,
deposit change, grab the ticket, and run.
Another pleasure - timing it right!