I seem to have veered off in a new direction. Take a picture. Write about it. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. It’s easy to do most days, except I can’t really call it a direction.
Worse, today we had dimsum, but didn’t take any pictures. And we went for a long walk, but didn’t take any pictures. And I’m still aggravated about needing to deal with my car, but I’m certainly not going to take any pictures of that. Which leaves, which leaves…
Guppies! The six girls are getting bigger and one of them has turned out to have a pretty fan tail and a pale flag for a dorsal fin. So I spent a few minutes chasing them with a camera until the pretty one turned around and, Why are you chasing me? Why me?
Oh, nothing in particular. Nothing at all.
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