Because, one of my un-torn, warm, work-gloves was dangling from his mouth and Buster Man was saying, telepathically, “Come and get it, if you can.”
I came, I chased, and I got it, but it reminded me of why having Buster move in with us was such a good thing. He’s got lots of personality, just like the weather.
Not only that, but only God, Trump and a battalion of angels have any idea whether it’s going to be published, but there it is. Out there, zipping around in the ethos at the speed of light.
So, I have been forced from my desk, so to speak, and I have had to fill the writing void with other activities. One of them is hiking with my trusty camera, Click. And because I’m out more, I see more wildlife.
So, what I did, so as to ascertain what it really was, was to point Click, which is a Pentax K70, and proud of it, at the dark spot and then clicked Click.
You see, Click is as good as having powerful binoculars. Why? Because I can look at the photo on my camera’s screen and then enlarge it. That’s what I did and discovered that it wasn’t a rock or a bush. See photos.
So, when you see me doing what looks like a cumbersome, maybe boring chore, I may actually be having a ball in my white sandbox.
As a man thinketh, so he is. Isn’t that a Bible verse of some sort?
Thus sayeth Larry.