I might have to start getting a little more clever with my blog post titles. How about this: Day Six of Being Sick. That would draw the sympathetic reader right in, as well as the curious (just how sick is she?). Plus there’s a little bit of alliteration to appeal to the literary minded.
In spite of my diseased state I still went on a walk, having developed a completely unscientific and untested theory that if I took in great gulps of cold air, it would have a purifying effect on my lungs. I even entertained a little animated movie in my head about what this would look like on a microscopic level: the millions of mighty molecules of frigid air swooping into my body and delivering sucker punches to the bad guys and then carrying their dead bodies out when I exhale. I think this could make a pretty good superhero movie.
Up until today, I’ve been lugging around the 70-300mm lens, but today I decided it was time to go back to the 18-55mm lens and give my arms and neck a break. Here I am looking mysterious and otherworldly as I go about with my camera.
Our Christmas tree is outside now, planted in some snow in the back yard so we can still enjoy looking at it. I’m sure you will recognize this as being a branch of a balsam fir that just recently held an ornament or two. I love everything about this photo…
Also captured what happens to purple coneflowers when succumbing to the ravages of winter. A moment of silence, please.
Near the end of my walk I saw something that made me so happy. I hope it makes you happy, too.
I had to trespass on this property in our neighborhood to get one closeup of these beauties, but it was worth it – don’t you agree? Fortunately, no one came running out to chase me away. They had two trees festooned in this manner. Unknown neighbor, I salute thee.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
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