The shovel lies in the grass at our front yard. I see her from a house away as I walk the dogs home. The sexiest shovel I’ve seen. I feel an urge to photograph her.
Toward dusk, I drive this sexy shovel to the White Rock Lake, have her lie down in the tall grasses, and snap quite a few pictures of her. She is the best model, besides Ning. Somehow the pictures haven’t captured what I first see in her. Still, she looks sexy. A sexy model, the shovel from our yard.
As it gets dark, it is impossible to see her clearly. My camera can’t focus. But I don’t want to leave. The grasses look saturated, like an oil painting. The breeze is refreshing. The air smells peaceful. The geese sound gleeful. I stay for another half hour.