Wishful dingdongery
I keep looking into my little cameras hoping to find great pictures I might have forgotten about. A delightful surprise, which has accrued extra value over the span of a few neglectful weeks. I cross my fingers that it will be filthy or risky or precarious or provocative, and that somehow I didn't recognize it at the time. Maybe it's some ugly duckling, or one I took in passing and dismissed, or I snuck it with my eyes averted and barely even saw it. There's got to be something in there. Hryciw...It's like checking under the pillow for tooth fairy money at the ripe age of 35. Those pictures don't come any freer or more magically than tooth change, or quarters from the ear, or even scavenged pennies from the ground.