Arthur’s been patiently waiting through rainy and stormy days for me to take him for exercise. Yesterday, under blue skies, we took at walk at the Voice of America county park where red-winged blackbirds are in abundance. They are in the trees,
on the ground,
and in the bushes. I might have had a better photo or two if not for the small, white, untrained dog
who was straining at the leash,
tromping through puddles,
and drinking from them.
all the while I was trying to hold steady to catch a photograph of a field of Queen Anne’s lace, or a swallow in the distant—trying to use two hands on my cell phone camera while wearing the leash on my wrist, which continually jerked by said small animal attached to the other end.
Of course I had my sunglasses on, and the cell phone camera’s screen was dim from the…
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