Gerry shot this film at high speed, resulting in the motion of the finch at the feeder to slow down. Fascinating to watch the avians in graceful flight at a speed my mind comprehends.
My husband has family in the south- my heart has been with them with the flooding and tornadoes. But for the Grace of God, it is not I.
Next time, it might be. If I were to write the script for my last days, the set would be in my garden. Tending my roses, feeding the wild birds and cleaning their fountains.
I would watch the puppies pretend to chase the bunnies that pretend to run away in the nearly endless loop of hide and seek.
To keep me in touch with what is really important, Time Warner would go down, taking rude programming and gossipy gotchas from interfere with preparing a feast for my family. Since this is my script- the dishes do themselves.
How would you write your last days if you could? Would anyone in their right mind really spend 2 minutes on politics?
*King James translation