Daddio was lonely the other day and he invited me on a walk.
It was going to be a very long walk to a park about 3 miles from our home...(okay, maybe 2.5 miles, but it felt like 16.5 miles).
I made him wait while I grabbed my camera.
I was hoping my walk would provide lots of cool things for me to capture. Maybe a couple of masterpieces with my lens.
(I have no eye for photography....the above line was wishful typing).
When Daddio walks, he is a man on a mission, and because we were walking so fast I only had time to dribble in my underwear, not fiddle around pulling out a camera.
Until we got to the park, where he offered me a sit on a bench and a small rest.
Just like I thought, the park was full of wonderful things for this Steve Bloom wanna be.
I started with a beautiful serene looking duck that was floating down the lazy river.
I crept to where I thought I could get some good shots.
Shit, I missed.
My sidekick threw in his two cents "are you not seeing that there is a rythym to the duck going up and down in the water looking for food?" Daddio asked. " He comes up for breath every so many seconds. Can't you snap the picture then?"
(Uh, sure Ed McMahon, thanks)
Ah, I'm starting to get the rythym..the rythym of the dandelions.
The sweet duck, dangerously near the sidewalk (and me).
Some kind of black bird.
And here is a cute little squirrel.
When I got home and reviewed my shots it became very apparent that I need to look to other nature subjects to showcase my "good eye."
Ahhh, finally one I can be proud of.