And then the shot by the river. I was desperately waiting for someone to fetch my blue ball that had dropped over the embankment, through a snow patch and lodged itself next to a rock. I was unable to wiggle it free so by posing stoically by the edge of the river, I knew I'd get someone's attention some time soon. It worked.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
The Poser
And then the shot by the river. I was desperately waiting for someone to fetch my blue ball that had dropped over the embankment, through a snow patch and lodged itself next to a rock. I was unable to wiggle it free so by posing stoically by the edge of the river, I knew I'd get someone's attention some time soon. It worked.
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