Please note that I knocked my camera onto its keister, three times when I attempted to take the photos. Once off a step ladder and twice off a big, log that had been tossed out of the angry river five years ago.
So, we used the photo that had my face half covered by the hat, Sue smiling and looking innocent of her looming adventure and with Buster eyeing the river’s landscape for beast and foul.
While feeling this tug of nature I noticed a couple and their black and white dog hiking towards us. They were quite a distance away.
I was halfway through when I saw the dog. I quickly ended my session and not too soon because the couple weren’t far behind.
It wasn’t that beautiful, but what do you say when you’ve just fibbed, even if it wasn’t a doozy. I love my satellite dish job.
When they walked on down the lane, I finished up and then continued on with my murky life of doing satellite maintenance and breaking up marriages.
Well you see, a few weeks ago, I was on top of Squirrel Mountain with two of my hiking buddies. From time to time the one fella would take photos and talk to his phone. I assumed he was live-posting the photos and telling his Facebook followers all about how great the day was. And it was. I even found a chair lying in a snowy ditch that I used to put my camera on so I could set it on twelve second delay and get a photo of all three of us. I had planned to buy a tripod, but it’s so much fun trying to find organically creative natural camera supports for steadying my camera that I didn’t. See first section of blog for why I should buy a tripod.
I noticed, as I drank my coffee, that he looked sheepish.
You know what he told me?
Did anybody happen to hear my really interesting satellite whiz story?
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY!