Why I need a zoom lens
While out camping this week Bobby pointed to the west and gestured for me to grab my camera.
The sun was a blazing red ball of fire falling through the trees.
As I headed toward the bank of the lake for a clear shot, the sun raced me.
The closer I got to the clearing, the faster it sank.
The buttery ball was disappearing before my eyes.
I never got the 'money shot'.
I breathlessly stopped my pursuit as it slipped from view.
I will be after you again, Mr Sun. Me and my zoom lens!