THE RED BALL

I'm at Mama's old place again, gearing up for Round 2 of the Incredibly Large, Amazingly Varied Moving Sale. (Pictures to come, probably tomorrow.)

Bob and I drove down early this afternoon, as usual stopping at Stanley Grenfeld Park (not sure about the spelling there) to walk the dog. We strolled the perimeter of the park, and were headed back to the car, when I spotted a red and white croquet ball in the grass, partly under a small bush, out of sight from the main area of the park. Lost. Found. In my hand.

My camera was hanging from it's strap around my neck. A portrait session was born.










One of the nice things about doing the photos was that the locations for posing The Red Ball were all over the park. Bob was talking on his cell phone, but that wasn't going to last long, I was sure, and the minute he was off the phone he'd want to be back on the road. Ceili and I ran to each spot, which was much better exercise than the stroll had been. Yes!