Yesterday, I had the great misfortune of spending several hours at the DMV (cue Beethoven’s 5th).
Naturally, I was in the market for a mood booster following the trials and tribulations of lingering in such a God-forsaken place. With the sun glowing across the greater San Antonio area, I thought a stroll in the park sounded like a proper remedy. Eisenhower Park, to be exact.
And if you know anything about me, it’s that I cannot resist a sunset.
The leaves are slowly becoming crisp and colorful. The perfect models for my autumn collection.
Now here’s a secret…if you carry a decently fancy camera in a non-touristy location, people automatically assume you’re important and on official business. Several people asked me if I was a City Photographer. “How’s business these days?” asked another. “Great, I suppose.” My vague reply masked a certain amount of amusement; as an RN, I never know how to answer that type of question.
I sat, quiet and contemplative, watching airplanes take off from San Antonio International and soar high above my city-view perch. I love to fly, and cannot wait for my next trip (wherever that might be).
But for now, I’m thoroughly enjoying the Texas dream.