The hardest part I have found so far about photography is to stay patient and keep looking for the better angle on a subject. It is very tempting to just dash by, take a few shots and then move on. And when I say “take a few shots”, I already underplay the time it takes to do even that right.
Wednesdays like any other have more Ken in them in the evening. Unfortunately (for me) he is currently travelling around Asia having what he calls a “Holiday”; I’m not sure I am fully familiar with the word, but I gather it involves not going to work for extended periods of time.
So instead, I decided to walk.
I wasn’t too hungry yet after having improvised lunch at work which consisted of chocolate and chips because I had too many meetings to get away from my desk today. So, I resolved to park along the Stanhope Parkway once again and walk my way to the shops.
2000 steps each way.
I doubt that equates to the 6-inch Subway I had, but it’ll definitely have burned off a small part of it. And it helped me get a little closer to the 10k target for the day. I think I’ll stall around 8000, which is a good enough effort considering my job consists of sitting and moving numbers around.
I had the Italian B.M.T. (toasted of course), with not too much lettuce, and everything else (except jalapenos and carrot). Aside: who ever asks for carrot on their Subway sandwich anyway? Carrot doesn’t go with anything they serve.
It took me less than getting halfway back to my car before the sandwich was gone.
The evening was actually very comfortable for t-shirt and shorts tonight. And the stars were all out.
I was even treated to a loud chorus of frogs and crickets as I walked past the ponds. I briefly considered scaring the ducks, but then I remembered I was neither 2 years old nor particularly cruel.