As I crouched down to take a shot of the dandelion clock, Little Monkey, with her ‘hunter’ eyes, quickly sussed out what I was interested in. She ran straight through the weed – leaving me with the above aftermath.
I tried again, zooming in on another little weed, only to find it wasn’t in focus. Something else was there . . .
Oh, it’s you, Little Monkey, sitting so inelegantly, as usual, and looking casually disinterested. You didn’t know I was trying to capture the dandelion? You thought I must want a picture of you? Of course I did!