Shutterbuggery Abounds

In my advancing years, my wife has decided I need a hobby. She seems to think I have an eye for detail, so she has been encouraging me to express myself through photography. While I have not risked life and limb for the Great Photo, I was hissed at by a mother duck. I had no idea ducks could hiss, but they can. She is hoping her eggs hatch soon. So am I. Nobody likes a hissy fit. The photo isn't bad, though.
Firmly in touch with my sensitive side, I have been drawn to animals and flowers. This leggy bug seemed to find a nice resting place on a rose petal.
The TV weathermen have an annoying tendency to talk about "dew points," and I have no idea why I should care about that, except when dew makes things seem fresh and new.
My job has led me recently to spend a great deal of time in a retirement community. I have been edified by talking with so many people in their 80's and 90's. I came upon a man named Mr. Vaughn studying a pocket watch. His octegenarian perspective on the measurement of time was quietly moving. Morning is his best time of day, always offering a hopeful outlook on the day ahead.
I've been taking a good number or portrait photos. Some of them have turned out pretty nice. My favorite is of Mr. Turner, who paints a porcelain owl to indicate the season and/ or his frame of mind.
Finally, back to my roots with a sports photo. LSU quarterback Matt Flynn had a difficult afternoon in the Superdome.
I'm old school enough to believe the marketing slogan "a picture isn't a picture until it's printed," so I'll get a couple of enlargements. I don't know what I'll do with them. Maybe I'll add a room onto the house and have a gallery. That's a good "old man" thing to do.

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