Last Thursday during my morning run, I spotted an abandoned couch dumped in one of the vacant lots I was running by along the country road I love so much.
I thought it might make for some interesting black and white photos, or at least for some interesting shots, and decided to come back out after I showered and had lunch.
I got home, cleaned up, ate my daily p.b.& j. sandwich, crunched up my apple and drank my milk like a good girl, and then set out, armed with my Nikon and 70-200mm lens. That’s my least favorite of my lenses, so I thought I’d try to make friends with it that afternoon.
Still not crazy about it, but then I wasn’t crazy about running when I first started out and look how long it took me to like that!
Well . . .
I got a little sidetracked when I found this buzzard
eating what turned out to be the leftovers of a cat.
He didn’t seem to be thrilled when he saw me either, but he didn’t seem that upset with my
inching ever closer to him, as he kept right on eating.
It got kinda gross, to tell you the truth, but I was too caught up in taking his “portrait”
to really stop and think about it.
After a few minutes of his eating and me snapping away,
he did begin to get a wee bit irritated with me and decided to show off his
I do believe he’s saying,
“Step off, girlie!”
But then, a pick up truck began cruising around the corner just behind him,
and ugly awkwardness turned into graceful beauty as he spread his wings and
soared across the fields and away.