It never fails. The most *wonderful* photo ops arise when I am nowhere even close to my camera, my new beautiful beauty that takes photos 18,372 times better than my OLD digital... like TODAY. Damn the beauty that I could have captured today.
I was on my way back from the library, after having to locate and (SCORE!) nab the ONLY copy of Gideon's Trumpet that our local library carries... but *failing miserably* at also snagging a copy of the movie by the same title (FAIL!). I also grabbed a book entitled, Never Suck a Dead Man's Hand written by a CSI which should prove to be filled with examples of what NOT to do once I finish my battle to finally get my hands on my bachelor's degree.
Anyhow. That has NOTHING to do with the reason I wanted my camera (though the library since its addition does have some rather striking architecture (do you KNOW how many times I retyped that word, fighting with just how WRONG the spelling looks??) (can you use parentheses within a set of parentheses?)).
No. I am driving down (up? I was going north) Green Bay Road, when all of a sudden, a Peregrine swoops out of the sky, a mere two feet or so next to my car, landing at the side of the road - I'm assuming to grab dinner of a mouse or mole (maybe even a VOLE!) where the gravel meets the grassy ditches along the side of the road.
OH. MY. GOD. The beauty that is a falcon just overwhelms me, and even though I was INSIDE my car? SO the closest I have ever been to a falcon. It took sheer determination NOT to slam on my brakes and pull over to try and take a photo with the thing-that-calls-itself-a-camera that lives in my LG Chocolate. There was another car *right* behind me, and I so completely would have caused a pile-up right before rush hour on one of the busiest roads in this area.
I *did* still contemplate pulling over once I had turned onto my street, since it was only a block from where the falcon had landed.
What?? People get out of their cars to photograph birds all the time... right? Just me? Oh.
But, I was still thwarted my the mockery that is cellular phone photography. Instead, I drove the final two blocks home and raved about how much I *needed* to carry my camera with me and ohmygodthefalcon!! Even my dad was downtrodden by the fact that I did not, indeed, get a photo (or more like what would have been 872 photos) of the peregrine.
THAT is impressive, that my father even got that invovled in my story of the bird... I suppose maybe that's what happens when there's nothing better to watch on television for 24/7 shifts than the programming offered by Animal Planet? Hmm.
So, once more, I have lost what could have been sheer elegance in a photo. Bah.
On the other hand, my camera is sitting next to me right now, and I have NO desire to take any photos of my son, even with his new adorable haircut. Because? His behavior has been borrowed from a rabid badger today, instead of the MUCH more amiable three year that I am hoping will come back soon.
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