Turn that frown around.
Vets aren’t mean. They must be seen.
Treats will do the trick.
I confess that I have trouble taking myself seriously as a photographer.
My body quakes whenever I venture from an automatic setting to manual.
Could it be all that camera terminology? I can’t help but wonder every time I pull out my instruction book.
Though more likely it’s my fear of technology.
Heck, I don’t even have a Smart Phone as I doubt I’ll ever figure out how to use it.
It seems I’ve missed ten tech upgrades during the last ten years while I was busy caregiving.
But I’m tenacious in my quest to keep trying, and to overcome those fears.
So Friday morning I was very anxious to capture the gulls flying overhead as I stood on a sandy beach.
It’s a special spot.
My mother-in-law and husband’s remains lie just beyond.
Moving in for the shot, I was ready to change my setting to manual until I suddenly found myself moving.
In what seemed like an instant, I was standing in a thick mix of sand and cool water rising above my ankles.
I quickly made my retreat.
Still I was able to snap one quick picture in transit.
I wasn’t leaving without it.
Maybe I’m a budding photographer after all.
Or more importantly, one now even more determined to rise above her photo fears.
Oh, and definitely any soggy sand bars.
One hundred year old oaks sleeping on your house, week long power outages, and flooded basements are not my idea of a good time.
Been there, done that.
Yet I’ve been lucky.
In looking out my own picture window, they’re been more of an inconvenience.
Once those bills were paid off.
But I still was mighty relieved to see my friend relaxed and smiling last night knowing severe storms were expected to stop by.
Especially when I read number “13” on his tag.
Did I tell you I’m superstitious?