Life will always toss you a curve from the blind side. Today, I spent more than an hour with an office in Silicon Valley because they bought one of my independent agencies that has done very well selling my images. The merger is winding up in the next few days and I had not been able to sync my account with the new one. By the time I got off the phone, it was pretty late for me to even leave the house. But, sunshine popped out and the forecast calls for clouds and drizzle and clouds and more drizzle and maybe 1/2 - inch hail alone the way.
Yes, folks, the Texas mixing bowl is getting ready to churn up one heck of a springtime in storms, I'm afraid. All that energy in cold air has to go somewhere and the with the Gulf churning up the moisture and all the dynamics that goes with that, if we get out of this spring without being halfway blown away, it will be by the Grace of God that we will live to see another summer. I remember as a kid, hearing my grandmother tell about the tornado that killed one of my great-aunts in Brownwood, Texas. I've never forgotten that story.
Now that I think about it, I had slept in this morning, too, so the whole day has been offset by a couple of hours. Never-the-less, I was out the door by 2:20. The cloud cover was just lifting to where the sun angles were perfect. I have been waiting for some good sun to check a new setting on the camera. Today just happened to be the one. Did I mention that the perfect subject to test it on is birds and flora. Ouch! someone stuck a pin in their voodoo doll! I felt that.
The mid-range of the setting turned out the best. I have a few places where I can use it again. So, all is not lost, I suppose. I'm a great believer in the penny lost, penny found philosophy. The math in the winds of fate hold more credence than we give credit. I guess you begin to see those things when you get (older [ancient]) like me. My own thoughts have proclaimed that I will not age gracefully. I never said that I didn't like old age. Some of you know where I'm going with this, but I'll spare you the drum roll and trumpet fanfares.
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| Female Grackle |
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| Seed Pod Art |
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| Vines against a lake water backdrop. |
