Last summer I tore my Achilles. After that my summer pretty much felt like it was over. The long walks that I like to take with my wife were no longer possible while I recovered from that injury. I did still make an attempt to get outside in that I took public transportation a few days here and there back and forth to work. Being a budding photographer of course I carried my camera eager to refine my shooting skills. I'm sure I don't have to try to explain how hard it is to take pictures will nursing an injured leg and hobbling along on crutches.
I remember one hot, muggy day in particular on my way home from work coming off the bus with my crutches and camera. As much as I wanted to capture the summer scenery I also wanted to just get home. My arms were tired from a day of supporting my weight making my walk home seem like some sort of cruel punishment. And yet in the midst of that thought I spotted long stemmed flowers planted by the neighborhood landscaping company. The type that lend themselves perfectly to pictures because they were abuzz with activity from bees and butterflies. I was sure to get a great shot.
A big part of me just wanted to get home and rest, but I did stop to take a shot. After checking my camera's settings I started to raise my camera when a neighbor I did not know pulled up beside me, a good Samaritan, telling me that she saw me on my crutches and was impelled to turn around to give me a ride the rest of the way home. Of course I did not turn down her offer. I really appreciated the help. I also did not get my shot.
Fast forward to today. I'm about 90% recovered from my injury, walking and running again. Today while walking home with my camera in hand I again noticed those same type of flowers I saw last summer. This summer I got my shot.
Well, really I did get more than one shot. Hey I'm glad to be up and moving this today after not being able to do that at all last summer.