Writing in hindsight is not always the easiest, but when the evening
was memorable and I have a bunch of photos as well. Sometimes I
wonder whether or not I should plop these down as bolg entries,
or shift from one mode to the other.
Ambivalent, I keep both.
It was a friday night and we jumped on the motorcycle to head out
to eat at a local restaraunt. Come to find out that one of the physicians
that my spouse works with owns the place, and although it's certainly
close by, it has never been on our list of favorites. That's not
hard for me after all, because I'm pretty fussy about the quality
of food I eat out. Most of the time I figure I could have made it
better or cheaper myself.
At any rate, the owner was not in and we headed out to eat on the
deck outside. Although we overlooked a small lane, there is a main
road between the lake and the restaraunt, so there was a constant
supply of cars to keep us amused.
Dinner as I recall, was nothing to really brag about, and we might
go back, but not any time soon. As we sat outside however I noticed
a sky full of high cloud and suggested to my wife that I thought
we might be in for a good sunset.
I don't have many childhood memories, but one evening in the 7th
or 8th grade I recall running home to grab my camera with it's first
roll of color film because it looked to me like the sky just might
turn to fire. I found the photo the other night, but was disappointed
that it was not dated, and I was also again disappointed that the
image I sought that evening did not "turn out."
Well, that was then, and this is now, and with the wonders of digital
images I can fire away, shot after shot and no one complains that
I am taking too many pictures.
recently suggested to me that I have some kind of nack of getting
animals to co-operate for my images. At times it may seem so, but
this night I turned and looked at all the seagulls lining the roof
of a near-by house.
"I wish one of those stupid birds would fly in front of the
"FLY YOU STUPID BIRDS," I yelled.
They ignored me, and I kept shooting.
Finally, one of them took off of the roof, and headed off west
into the setting sun.
Sometimes the only knack you need is to sit and wait until a lone
gull moves into your picture frame.