A few weeks ago I posted a photo entitled, “The Capitol and an Elephant.” I can’t remember the last time I was quite so proud of a picture I took. It was almost as if it just happened— right place at the right time kind of a thing. Which really isn’t true. Yes, I was in the right place (in front of the Capitol) at the right time (when the elephants were parading past), but it was planned, and I moved spots several times because I wanted the exact picture that I took— dramatic directional light falling on the face of the woman riding the elephant, elephant in focus, the Capitol a hinted at “place-marker” in the background. I’m so pleased with that image because it came out precisely as I pictured it in my head. Even better, actually.
This picture below I took while out on a run on Wednesday. This was a true “right place at the right time” shot… a mere two minutes later, and the rainbow was gone.
Postscript: one of my “goals” for this year is to learn to love running. This picture makes me think that maybe, just maybe, that love is taking root.