Just the dog and I this morning.
Kids are at school, husband is at work.
A cup of green tea and one of my favourite publications - Flow - magazine for paper lovers.
(sigh)
Our picnic table is covered in delicate, yellow/green flowers that the maple tree hasn't a use for anymore.
The mottled light was beautiful - like a Monet painting.
I retrieve my camera from the house, set up the shot, fix my camera settings....but
the bugs, black flies to be exact, and they love me. (possibly more than my kids)
I take one photo in between swats.
The phone rings - someone else wants my attention. (I ignore)
SWAT, SWAT, I think they called some friends!
(They are like the piranha of the bug world.)
The article I set out to read is called 'Take Just One Photo (Instead of Thousands)'
Ironically, I really only had enough time to make three pictures.
I retreat to the house and upon further inspection, discover I was bitten more times than the amount of times I pressed the shutter release.
Was it worth it?
Yes.
Why?
The light.
The beautiful light.
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