This evening’s dog-stroll’s incident started with noticing that the moon was clearly visible overhead. Upon capturing that image, the next was to attempt to relate it to the markings on the field where we were walking. Then the next variation was to try to juxtapose a solitary dandelion in front of me with the moon. Even though it was fairly obvious that I didn’t have the appropriate lens for the task, I nevertheless stretched out on the grass as low as I could go to frame both the dandelion and the moon. Here’s the sequence:
That’s where the trouble began. Kim, who was walking the perimeter of the field almost exactly on the far opposite side from me apparently noticed and came running. Thinking the old guy had collapsed on the spot, I guess. When I arose, defeated by the failed photograph, she had come to within about twenty yards of me, and then could see that my prone position was deliberate.
Anyway, we did continue our walk without further complications. And Kim brought to my attention that the whatever-it-is-flowering bush in front of the kitchen window is suddenly going gangbusters.
