From my kitchen window to the tennis courts across the street is a distance of about 200 feet. I couldn’t see the young brunette as well as I liked, so I grabbed my camera aimed it across the street as I lightly pressed the shutter button which caused the 75-300mm auto focus lens to turn into focus onto the chain-link fence.
I thought, “Hmmm” because I hadn’t turned the camera on which I thought was an odd revelation because why would I try to get the camera to auto focus when at some level I knew that I hadn’t turned the camera on? It seemed that I was expecting the camera to do nothing and I was surprised when it actually did something. I then tried to remember when it was that I last used the digital SLR and had obviously left the thing on.
It was a least two months prior.
I don’t think the tennis player was the regular that I had thought she might have been.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
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