The Photographer

Until she uploaded her day’s photos onto the computer, she never noticed the shadow in each of them. That was many years ago, after her uncle gave her a camera for her sixteenth birthday. It was her first camera.
Now after forty years experience Jeannie has become a world-renowned nature photographer. When she isn’t heading workshops all over the country she might be found hiking off-trail most anywhere carrying her camera and occasionally bringing a tripod along.

3-dsc_1739She notices some white blooms off to her left, thank goodness she was wearing waterproof hiking boots, and waded through some puddles. Not really a rare find, but not common too, she’d found some Dutchman’s Breeches. She stopped and gave thinks to her uncle for getting her interested in photography, he was truly a Dutch Uncle and during warm weather he’d often wear shorts that looked just like these small wildflowers.

It’s Finish off Fridays (FoF) time again . “provide the picture and the opening sentence, you write an additional 100 to 150 words to complete the story.”
The prompt Photo is (c) Lorraine
The photo of the Breeches is (cc) Mike Vore

About Mike

I'm an avid bicyclist, that also enjoys Kayaking, Nature Photography, Cross Country Skiing and Geocaching. There's nothing more boring than sitting indoors in "good" weather.
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1 Response to The Photographer

  1. Lorraine says:

    This is great story telling — you drew me in from the beginning. The beginning and end link up so neatly.
    Thanks for participating again this week. Enjoyed your story.

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