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Sometimes Even A Blind Squirrel...


Every once in a great while, I take a picture of something I really really like.  No great shakes for you guys, of course, but from my end, I am proud as Hell.  I think we'll start a new feature called Sometimes Even A Blind Squirrel...

You know the routine, you accidentally do something that ends up being beyond your wildest expectation.  It could be a golf shot, a gazebo you build for your son that ends up a second reincarnation of the Taj Mahal, or doing a project on Pinterest that amazes.  





For this inaugural Sometimes Even A Blind Squirrel post, I present a picture I took that I didn't even know what was on it.  

Setting:  Waiting for the 4th of July fireworks at the Vinoy, I was taking some preliminary pictures trying to get the camera in focus.      I simply pointed the camera, which was on the tripod, over to the airport area to take a test picture.  When I glanced at it after I took it I simply looked at the features to make sure it was in focus, certainly not checking out anything else.  

What Happened:  I inadvertently got a picture of a firework from somewhere over on the left side.  So what was taken as a throw-away pic, ended up as a rather stunning (in my opinion) picture.  Not only was it perfectly focused, but also featured something that I might not have been able to do even if I wanted to.  No pats on my back, it was all just a randomly fortunate picture.  Sometimes Even A Blind Squirrel...

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