Saturday, March 5, 2016
Waiting For Perfect
The skies today were cloudless and the bluest of blue. As per usual I slipped my iPhone aka camera into my pocket and began my walk viewing my world through the grateful eye of a photographer. Lingering snow piled on the edge of the dirt road to camp. Dust stirred up as a FedEx truck passed; gravel clicked under the tread of tires. Silence followed for a short time cracked by the call of a chick-a-dee in the distance. Blow downs leaned over each other while moss draped boulders standing on the edge of the forest seemed to be illuminated by the sun. I plunged my hand into my pocket considering a photo, dismissing one shot after another awaiting the perfect image. Moments later the rush of water filled my ears as I walked onto the simple wooden bridge the one Jerry's grandmother refused to cross in an automobile. She feared it would give way under the weight of vehicles filled with family. She hopped out of the car and crossed on foot. This the same stream my husband as a young boy spent days and days fishing and battling mosquitoes. The sun glistened. The perfect shot. I shuffled a foot to the right then back to the left adjusting the angle. Perfect indeed. Pressing the "shutter" I smiled waiting for the audio indicating engagement. Nothing. I squinted. Facing the sun I lifted the screen only to receive the dreaded message: Unable to take photo. Storage is full. Maybe my Nikon isn't so bad after all!