To use the words of Anne of Green Gables: Today "I am in the depths of despair…"
My dog has chewed up my two very favorite pairs of shoes. The only shoes that are comfortable enough for me to wear to work. The second pair he chewed up, my Dansko clogs, were left out for only 15 minutes. The story is quite tragic, really. I was on my way home from dropping Henry off at school (both dogs in the car with me), and in one of the fields that I pass on my way home was a dead sheep. The dead sheep wasn’t remarkable–what was remarkable was the absolutely huge bald eagle that was standing next to it. I raced home as fast as I could, let the dogs into the house, grabbed my camera and tripod and raced back to the field, all the while telling myself that the bird would be gone in the 15 minutes it took me to accomplish all of this. However, when I returned to the field, the bald eagle was still there and another one was circling to land! I couldn’t believe that the photography gods where smiling on me! As I grabbed my camera and threw it on my tripod, took off the lens cap and focused, I was just in time to…..watch those damn birds fly away and out of sight. I wanted to cry but I didn’t. When I arrived home to find my favorite shoes chewed up, well, thats when I lost it. I had a little pity cry just for me. Actually a big pity cry. And loud. The dogs stayed away.
I’m okay now.
This picture is from Italy–where I’d like to be today instead of here with chewed shoes, dirty dishes and cruel photography gods….