I just got back from London last night. I took like.. 350 pictures. I'm working on my creative picture taking-- some turn out, quite a bit don't. Without even looking at the other 349, I know which one is my favorite...
The family and I had just finished our tour of the Tower of London. I was waiting in line to get a hamburger. I looked down to see a little boy reaching as far as he could to put catsup and mustard on his half hotdog. I thought, "This could be be a nice photo, in a 'carnival/saturday afternoon fun' type of way." Alas, my camera had run out of battery, so I let the opportunity pass.
All of a sudden I heard a squishy splattering sound. I thought to myself, "Hmm, what was that?" I glanced around in a few spots... above me, at the child with hotdog, myself, the ground. It only took me a few seconds to figure it out. A bird shit on the child and it landed right on the edge of his baseball hat! I started laughing out loud. This sweet boy looked up at me and gave me a sincere and adorable smile. All I could do was laugh at the bird poop on his hat. I didn't tell him or look for a napkin to wipe it off.. I just laughed and quickly took out my camera and snapped a quick picture before the battery totally died.
Shortly after, I got my hamburger and popped a squat with my family. I could hardly compose myself when I told them the story; only Ellie thought it was as funny as I did. And then came the bill-- the bill for the entertainment I just had. The currency for the bill wasn't in pounds or dollars or an angry mother, it was karma. I had the worst burger of my life. At that point I couldn't have even called it a hamburger because there was absolutely no way the consistency was beef. I'm not sure what it was- except terrible. I finished it, feeling slightly queasy.
We walked to the Tube. I was balanced with the universe and had my photo that illustrates a story. I was happy. =)
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