This morning, I went out on my bike. My camera came along.
I decided to break some new photographic ground and take a picture of . . . my feet.
I know, I know. I’m really rockin’ the whole “running shoes with plaid shorts” look. (Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.)
After admiring my fabulous fashion statement for a few moments, I got to thinking that I really don’t take many close up pictures. So I took a couple of those just so that I could cross that particular activity off my Bucket List.
Then it occurred to me that accumulated pinecones could be really lovely, in a pine cone-ish sort of way. So I took a picture of some accumulated (and lovely) pine cones.
I call this photo “A Study In Accumulated and Lovely Pine Cones.” (Brilliant, I know.)
Then I noticed some blades of grass that looked as though they were illuminated from within. And since I am all about inward illumination, I took a picture of those.
And since I was standing right smack dab near a windmill, I took a few windmill pictures.
And that made me feel sort of like I was in Holland. (Except that I wasn’t.)
And then I went home and had oatmeal.