Friday, May 13, 2016
As all good photographers will tell you, being in the right place at the right time yields the most significant pictures. Let me set the scene for you. We had just arrived home from a performance by the South Dakota Symphony. Well, members of the South Dakota Symphony. I claim a little musical ability, an above average ear, and appreciation for skilled instrumentalists. I am NOT a fan of music composed in a combination of minor keys and major dissonance. Scratch the first two numbers. Intermission. We stayed. The third performance was an oboe quartet. That would be one oboe and three string players. It had its moments of brilliance. The last piece was a trio of piano, violin, and French Horn. Brahms. Amazing how one of four can make the whole experience worth it. Anyhoo, we get home to discover that the pickup is taking up too much space in the garage so the Edge won't fit. Move the pick-up. Once inside, we let the horse out (that would be Teddy, the labradoodle) from his kennel and I head downstairs to change out of my symphony clothing. It's almost time for bed, so I just throw on my robe of many colors. Back upstairs, only to discover that Teddy wasn't ready to settle down. He wanted to romp in the back yard. I open the door. I find a chair. I almost freeze my who-has off. Back inside. I get my hoodie. I am now sitting on the back deck in my robe with hoodie. There's wind. I come back in and grab the afghan. I wrap it around me and watch the dog frolic. There's wind. With one hand, I hold the hood up and with the other hold the afghan tightly around my legs, not to mention who-has! My only thrill is, there were no good photographers in that place at that time, but I'm willing to bet you have a mental picture that may keep you up at night!