Notes from the Field: August 30, 2020

Today was an example of letting go and letting God. It started with an argument between me and my husband when I told him that I was driving into DC to take pictures of the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden. “You never asked me if I wanted to go along!” He complained. “Well, you’re welcome to come along,” I replied. “You know I’m in no shape to go into the city today!” He whined. “Okay. See you later!” I was off.

Once on the road, I started to get a bad feeling in my stomach. Traffic was turning out to be heavier than I expected. I began to get second thoughts about my planned outing. I hadn’t eaten anything yet today. My mouth was dry and I didn’t even have a bottle of water. Is this field tripped ill-advised, after all? I asked myself. Well, that was answer enough for me. If I begin to question what I’m doing, it’s time to reevaluate and if necessary, to retreat. It’s better to make a good run than a bad stand.

I got to what amounted to the point of no return and took the exit. I decided I would double back home on back roads. Low and behold some new options opened up to me. There was a nursery on the side of the road. I made a mental note to visit them before going home. I drove to a church nearby called Saint Mother Seton. Wouldn’t you know that when I got there, I it was closed but there was a garden in front. There I encountered one of the most amazing creatures that I’ve ever photographed. At first I thought it was an insect, but on closer inspection, I realized it was a hummingbird! It was no bigger than my thumbnail. I basically pointed my camera at it as it darted among the blossoms, said a Hail Mary, and hit the shutter. Below is what I was able to capture. It’s not as crisp as I would like, but I still think they are worthy.

This fellow was smaller than the first joint of my thumb.
I’m really proud of this capture but I must give credit to the good Lord for guiding my hand on this one.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Posture

Volumes from the palace library were put to good use in the education of the royal children. Precious tomes, bound in leather with illustrations in the marginalia were shelved according to subject. Often the three royal princesses took lessons together for such subjects as comportment. Lady Bitterschmidt, their instructor in this matter had been their mother’s instructor for the exact same subject twenty years prior.

“All right, children!” She said. “Today we are going to work on our posture.” The two elder girls groaned with displeasure. The youngest, little LaLa held a big, thick book in her hands. This was to be her first lesson on the subject, so she was ill-prepared for what lay in store.

“All right, girls!” Bellowed Madame Bitterschmidt. “Balance your book on your head and then walk from where you standing to the opposite wall!”