Ok so that was a bit overstated. There is no such thing as a Prince. I should know. Men can be such asses. Anyway, I’ll get on with my story.
The other day I decided it was a good day to attempt to get a picture of a HUGE bird that resides in a park near here. She has been eluding me for several months now. Every time I even think about slowing down anywhere close to her, she takes off. I promise I will get one at some point here. I don’t think she’s aware of how determined I can be. I WILL get a good shot of her.
Because she was being so uncooperative, I decided to check out another spot that the birds seem to like. Well, that’s across the river. Not a problem really, just in the opposite direction. I went anyway. Photos are my drug. It is when I am the most content. But I had no luck there either. Well, I made a decision. I kept driving.
I ended up at a park that I’d been to one other time with family that had visited. It’s a really cool little park with a waterfall, flowers, and trails. Since it was really muggy I knew I wouldn’t be hiking but I did want to see the flowers and maybe get a few photos with my new camera.
I’m strolling along through the flowers and I move the camera over to the next one. Most of you know that when you’re looking through the “viewfinder” of a digital, everything is really small and in the sun it can be difficult to discern what you’re seeing. I realized there was something that looked like dirt or a spot of some kind on this flower. Of course, I had to look. And was I ever surprised. Sitting inside the flower was the tiniest little frog I think I’ve ever seen.
I’m sure he was just trying to stay cool but I thought he made a cool photo op for me. Did I find my prince? Sadly, no. That day will never come for me I’m afraid. So, I’ll have to settle for photos of my Prince.