This post isn't about anything. Honest. It lacks any real narrative or direction; there's no adventure to recount, theme or moral, no tale worth telling…not even a minor story, insight, or conclusion.
I simply ambled briefly around my side yard, camera in one hand, cup of coffee in the other.
Occasionally I sat the cup down on a stump, stone, or the tailgate of the pickup and made a photo. Not a fussy, proper, attention-to-details photo—just a quick snap.
Then another swig of coffee.
Mostly I took pictures of flowers. There were a few birds in the bushes, but they were moving around; stationary subjects were easier.
Coffee down…focus on flower…snap…more coffee.
When the coffee was done, I headed for the back door—where discovered I'd locked myself out.
I sat both the now-empty cup and the camera down, then retrieved the hidden key. Know thyself…and don't muddle it with delusion! is a principle adopted long ago and with good reason.
After unlocking the door and returning the key to its hidy-hole, I gathered up camera and cup and came inside. Another round of coffee seemed necessary.
See…I did warn you this post wasn't about anything.