Girls dropped off, I stop at a gas station. While filling up my car, I turn and point, hoping to capture birds in flight. Click.
As the day progresses, I forget about the moment, buried in multiple tracks of thoughts about the rest of the day, client work and staying focused on my list of tasks.
After a blissful night of uninterrupted sleep, I lay in bed, looking at photos from the previous day. Slide, slide, slide. Latte art fail. Slide, slide, slide. Marlo in bed with me. Slide, slide, slide. Bunch of tree shots from Hipstamatic. Wait. Back slide. Stop. Zoom. Whoa. Three birds. Look at that.