The hour drew near. I couldn’t wait. Clouds once again rolled in. I had waited ALL day!
Anxiously scanning the sky, I looked for any sign of blue. There!!! I spotted some! I turned on my heel to head inside to gather my camera equipment together, so I could get ready to leave for the park. I required that golden light in the evening to do what I had in mind to do.
A PHOTO SHOOT!
You see, it had been a real
from start to finish. You know one of those days that not much went right. Yes, one of those! My fast smile so ready to spring got lost and OH yes I needed my camera to once more find my smile.
Keeping a keen eye in the direction of the sky I saw more blue expanses coming my way!!! Quickly dashing for my car off I went on my photo shoot in the park.
poop seemed to follow me.
The shoot began with a surprise with a shot I had not seen in a previous walk in the very same park, as I purposely strolled about looking for shots, filing those in my brain, so later I would know exactly where to go with my camera when I did return. I set my tripod up for this bonus shot,
and even though I still felt upset by the day’s events I began to breathe easier.
Done with the bonus shot I continued to the next spot where I planned to shoot some more images. Carrying tripod and camera so I would not have to dismantle them, I walked over to my next choice of sites. I set my equipment on the ground and as I was just about to capture this:
(as it is very plain to see here, the water is very muddy from all the RAIN we have had of late), a Frisbee comes streaking right past my head landing with a splash in the creek.
What the ??????
I turn around and in doing so, I saw a young male stomping towards me with a very evident glower on his face, that face stating quite clearly I was the victim of the blame game. In other words, it was my fault his Frisbee is in the water because I was in the way.
So I said to Mr. Glare, “I wore BRIGHT orange for a reason so that everyone would SEE me as I am photographing! Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
*Gee, come to think of it now I never did receive an answer to my question.*
That evening I was traversing about on a Frisbee course which of course is open to anyone, not just the players. I opted to wear BRIGHT orange so that I would be clearly seen. Yet, here I am face to face with a Mr. Glare who insisted it was my fault his Frisbee is now drowned.
Sorry. No. You were just a bad shot. And the least you could have done is alert me, wait until I stepped aside, and then throw your Frisbee. DUH!
*not said, just thought*
I took a few more images in this spot not bothering with Mr. Glare anymore as he sulked away to the next Frisbee station. So much for Peace and quiet and getting my Balance back. Uh uh, that boy was not going to ruin my shoot! I clicked away but truth be told only the picture above was the best one I took in that spot.
Determined to keep going, I again picked up my tripod and camera to move to the next spot I had seen beforehand on the “scope it out walk”. I saw a beautiful scene and I clicked away getting this:
Then as I was about to leave to go to Site D I noticed something. My tripod head covering was missing!
In walking from Frisbee Fiasco over to Site C I somehow lost the covering for my tripod head. So I retraced my steps and low and behold there it be on the ground where I had just was shooting. Oh thank goodness I found it!
Come on! Darn it anyway …. would things settle down? Maybe if I had brought the CD with me that was still in the trunk of my car, events would be more conducive for Peace? Well, I sure was not about to run back to my car. I had a shoot to finish.
Moving on I clicked some more. I was beginning to feel that elusive thing called Peace. Ahhhhhh …… Now this was more like it!
Towards the end of this photo shoot I heard as I was peering in my viewfinder, ” Hey you, watch out, Frisbee coming in!” Looking up, rudely brought back to this realm, I said, “Huh?” and as I did a Frisbee whizzes right past me.
Well, at least this young man warned me. Now that was nice but darn it he brought me back to earth. Might as well pack it up and call it a day. Enough all ready. I was getting a wee weary of Frisbees. But before I did leave I shot this:
NICE!!! I felt I took some decent pictures and in the process found Peace. Or so I thought …
Taking my camera off my tripod and putting it in its carrying case I dismantled my tripod putting it in its case. In zipping it up my eyes just happened to look at the ground, and
In every direction I looked I saw I was completely surrounded by a land mine of
I could NOT believe my eyes!! Frantically I began to check me and my equipment. My left sneaker was sunk in dog poop I saw to my horror. OH GROSS!!! I spotted a clean patch of grass, made a bee line for that grass, grabbed my sneaker, tore it off my foot and wiped it on the grass, but that poop, in a groove was not coming out.
And in that moment the awful thought came …. “Amy, your equipment is on the ground where all the dog poop is!” I scampered back quick as a wink over to where my equipment lay on the ground, gingerly stepping in between the piles of dog poop, and grabbing both cases made my way back VERY CAREFULLY to a clean patch of grass. I was so afraid to even look but I had to.
*takes a deep breath*
No poop on my cases.
*OH THANK GOODNESS!!!*
Shaking hands unzipped my tripod case to check the bottom of my tripod legs as I dreaded what I was about to see. I took my tripod out and
*heart pounding, holding breath*
I turned the tripod over so I could see the bottom of the legs, and …
WHOOSH!!!! All the air left my lungs in that moment in utter relief! How I escaped dog poop except for my one sneaker speaks for itself.
YES, I really do have Angels with me.
That’s it. No more! I’m done!! I’m going home!
As I walked out of that park towards my car, dragging my left foot in said sneaker in grass and stones to remove said dog poop from out of said groove, I saw another bonus shot. Do I dare? There was a huge expanse of grass between me and the shot.
Which meant, of course, that another inconsiderate person might not have bagged the goodies cleaning up after his or her dog as park rules state. Not one to turn an opportunity down, I bravely went for it, and as I did, this time, my eyes peeled to the ground making sure there was no more dog poop.
I arrived safe and sound finally at the site without meeting any more poop. My eyes lifted from the ground to the site that made my mouth drool. OH YES! How cool! I MUST get this! As I was about to slide my tripod bag from off my shoulder my eyes shifted downward again, and
to my astonished, disbelieving eyes there in front of me, right exactly where I had planned on putting my tripod was a huge, I’m talking mountain, pile of rabbit poop!!
*sighs and expletives come forth from mouth*
*Oh my, my mouth has taken a life of its own this evening ….*
I stood there. Undecided. Come on, exactly what are the odds of this really happening? What to do. Walk away? Forget it? WHO ME??? NO WAY! I was going to get that shot regardless of any odds!
Hand holding my camera I used my left arm resting on my chest as a unipod. And so here is the second bonus shot free of rabbit poop ….
Even though the light was not as I would have liked and the conditions appalling, I still persevered. I hope you all had a good laugh on me and enjoyed my images. They were not easy to edit because the lighting really wasn’t all that great. The “magic” that I had one other evening just wasn’t there. Blame it on the poop. I do! Now all of you know I too really have poop days! LOL
And oh, this story is true. I am just about rolling off my chair laughing so hard. Believe me, at the time this story happened it was NOT funny. Now I am roaring!!! OH for the stomach cramps!!!! Hehehehehehe The darnedest things really do happen to me!
Photography/ “Poop Day” 2015©AmyRose
[Photos taken in Como Park, NY]