That, Sir or Madam~
is the sound of spring springing.
I WENT FOR A WALK
today. Big deal. Took my camera, too. So?
So last night I visited a webbie; went there again this morning and am now thoroughly discombobulated. Until then I’d thought that great art was dead. This guy is a genius with a camera, or special effects, or both. His shots are superb. I said as much on his ‘comments’ pages and ran out of ‘like’ buttons. I fear I may even have gushed a little …
is an over-used word so I never use it. Even though I did find his shots inspirational and felt inspired. At the end of the day after my walk I looked at my own efforts, and quickly boiled eighty-two snaps down to about thirty. Which on the morrow I shall probably further reduce to about zug.
In the meantime, here’s a couple of lambs I shot—
WHEN I SHOOT
it’s for keeps, other than cropping I never tweak, what you see is what I saw. Sort of … thank heavens for zoom lenses, I was far enough away that the little guys weren’t overly worried.
Until I snoze. My sneezes have something of the quality of naval artillery from bygone eras in them—they probably equate to at least six inch and that’s without bragging. Make it eight …
It’s amazing how fast lambs can fly but a couple of fields further on I lucked on to this sleepy cutie—
—and I have to admit that the day called for nothing less than such total appreciation. I tip-toed on by and left him to dreams of buttercups and clover and things—little does he know that tomorrow the weatherman has booked us in for showers and stuff, Thursday is still down for thunderstorms. New Zealand thunderstorms are pussycats, but a newly minted lamb won’t know that (oops, no pun intended).
The one that caused me such envious anguish and admiration—
—and may you find at least a few there to ring your bell. I certainly did!