It's surprising how many times you glance around...and in that instant in time...you see a perfectly framed picture.
How many of those times did you actually have a camera with you? As it happens, this is one time when I did. I was visiting a friend who lives in a typical old Ontario farm house. As I was leaving, the sunlight dapple on the table highlighting the peppers, the old-fashioned wash bowl, the Muskoka (or Adirondack) chair and the wooden screen door caught my attention.
All that was missing was a snaggle-toothed yokel sitting on the porch, picking bluegrass on his banjo.
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