01.08.2010
A game hunter walks along a forest trail. In the distance, a black buck pauses in its grazing, looks up and presents a perfect target. Later he sees a leopard slinking up a hillock about twelve feet from where he is. But, alas, he has forgotten his rifle…!
My situation was no better at the beach today. As I crossed the Tarmac from the parking lot, on to the sand, the evening sun shone brightly from the west, illuminating the colorful scene on the beach with a last burst of light before sinking down behind the white colonial façade of the Police Commissioners Office.
The horses standing with the yellow sand and blue sky as the backdrop; the performing girl on the tight rope stretched right across the beach with the sea and waves just behind creating an image of walking across the waves! As I crossed over and looked back at the scene from near the waves the same girl standing on the taut rope, a long pole balanced in her hand presented a classic silhouette as she came between the bright evening sun and me. So many images to capture and I had forgotten my camera.
Of all the words ever said or written, the saddest are these-
It might have been.
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