This photo was taken some time ago. I had a new camera ... a new "toy," if you will ... and I understood, from a quick reading of the instructions, that it had a built-in timer which allowed the photographer to be in the picture.
Aha! A self-portrait!
I thought I'd try a profile shot ... and I did. Trouble was, I became concerned that nothing seemed to be happening.
Then, just as I turned to see what the problem was, something did happen ... and you see the result.
It wasn't what I expected, but I never ... almost never ... throw anything away without finding a use for it ... so here it is.
Today's poem, I think, cries out for more poetic detail ... and more detail would call for more than its eight short lines could deliver.
The poem may, in fact, have been considerably longer when it was first written ... but I was under the mistaken impression that Capper's only published eight-line poems.
See? I can be brief.
RUNNING THE HURDLES
how many more
things go wrong
when you're trying
to get away early,
or make up
for lost time?
Today's word: hurdles