This account comes with pictures, but a lot of them won't be very good pictures.
They were taken when, on this warm Summer morning, I went out for my regular, hour-long picture taking neighborhood journey. I warmed myself up photographing some lilies that were blooming profusely along a sidewalk running down towards the river. I soon found that I had accidentally set my camera to a mode where instead of taking one picture it takes 32 pictures over the course of two seconds.
That's a lot of pictures to delete!
It's not my favorite thing to do as a photographer, but it might be what I do the most: delete, delete, delete, delete, delete.
So I deleted the 32 pictures. Well, I took two unsatisfactory pictures of the lilies, so there were 64 pictures to delete.
That's why I don't have any pictures of lilies to show you. Although yesterday I took a picture of a lily that had just been watered.
I'll show you that:
Not too bad, huh? I mean it's pretty and more or less in focus. That's because I deleted the other 72 I took that didn't turn out... quite... so... right.
Anyway, I stopped in the shade, and I figured out how to get my camera back to its normal one-picture-at-a-time picture taking.
I now had zero pictures on my camera, of which I have managed to show you one, which isn't too bad a trick if I say so myself.
And then I saw a bunny.
But not just any bunny, a little bunny! A cute bunny.
You might be surprised how rare that really is. They can get a little... rodenty. So I was excited. I have found everyone likes a good bunny picture. Me included. Maybe even especially me included.
In a minute I am going to show you the one not very good bunny picture I took.
I took off my lens cap and crouched in the grass off the sidewalk. The bunny let me come super close. I moved slowly and carefully. And before zooming in much, or steadying as I need to for zoom focusing, or properly setting up, I took an establishing shot, an orientation shot so to speak. Here it is:
I had no illusions this would turn into a particularly good picture. It didn't. But what with the babyness of the bunny, and his stillness, I was having a very good feeling. "I am going to get some really nice bunny pictures!" I thought very excitedly.
So I perfected my zoom, adjusted my angle, held the lens for stability, and
SOMEONE WALKED DOWN THE SIDEWALK!
The bunny got scared and ran into the deep bushes.
"I don't think this is going to be a very good day." I thought sadly.
It was a portent.
I can recognize a portent when it comes along.
This was a portent.
But I had nothing else to do but meet my fate. So I did.
I took a right at the corner and headed up the hill towards the fairy houses and the fulfillment of my doom.
Halfway up the hill was a cat. He came running to meet me.
He was friendly!
As you can see I did take some pictures of him, but mostly I petted him and hung out with him.
Here is a distinguished portrait of him so you will know his true, noble nature:
Maybe all that with the bunny wasn't a portent after all?
Maybe everything is a portent?
I thought about it while I took pictures of flowers.
Then it was time to head home.
I thought some more about portents until I had worked out a blog post about them. At which point...
There were turkeys...
They were in someone's backyard where I couldn't go, and so I didn't get the best pictures of them, but that really isn't the point, is it?
The point is:
Of course there are portents!
There are almost too many portents!
So if you get a dark portent, hold on.
Hold on. A brand new portent should be coming along just about...