Day 7: High Angle
Last night at about 10:00, after a long day with Doodle, an absent husband, and very few "to dos" checked off the list, I was ready to go to bed. As I was summoning the energy to get up off the couch and go upstairs, the Beagle decided to vomit his dinner all over the hardwood floors. As I started to clean it up, I was eternally grateful he didn't find carpet. As luck would have it, he continued to have an upset stomach. I let him out 2 or 3 more times. I was concerned enough that I followed him around with a flashlight making sure there was nothing worrisome in his emesis. Now I must confess something. I am almost 33 years old and I am still terrified of the dark. Hate it! Run from my car to the house if I am alone kind of terrified. Guess I shouldn't have read so much Stephen King and James Patterson. Letting the dog out multiple times in pitch black dark without any backup was not my idea of a good night. So as I swept the flashlight from one side of the yard to the other I was checking for the Beagles messes, but also for the Boogie Monster that might be lurking in the corner. When I swept the light behind a bush, I saw something that made me smile. Made me feel a little bit loved. And something that distracted me enough that I wasn't quite as scared.
Now remember, I am terrified of the dark, so obviously I did not stop to get out the step ladder and take the picture at night! But look closely behind the bush. There is a red heart. It is the ribbon from a bag of dog food. It has been there for several days. It must have landed that way (or I have 2 talented dogs). I liked it, so I have left it there. Last night, it served it's purpose. I wasn't so scared.
So today's assignment was to take a "high angle" photo. Hope you all like this as much as I do. It's still in my yard. I will leave it there for a while. To me it's God's way of making me take a second and smile each time I see it!
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My heart is with ya on your closing ribbon of thought above. Love the photo. Especially love the way you write; like a chocolate river flowing through a marshmallow valley that's been misted with rainbow sprinkles. (My sis, Patty, agrees, too)
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