Sunday, April 22, 2012

Whisperings in the dark

Darkness fell. We were all talking in hushed voices as we waited for it. Then a sound.

"Do you hear that?" my wife whispered to me.

"Darling, you know I am hearing impaired, of course I can't hear that!" was my somewhat annoyed reply. "What does it sound like anyway?"

"It's like a bicycle coming to a screeching halt followed by air escaping from a blown tire." 

I tried to imagine that sound.

Then some movement. Flashlights were turned on. I peeped through my camera lens towards where the light was being directed.

"Do you see it?" It was my wife again, whispering.

"Yes, but all I am seeing is the butt," I answered also in a whisper. "And I'm having a hard time focusing!"

Then it was gone. We waited once more, conversing in soft murmurs. After a while the braking bicycle sound again filled the night. Flashlights were aimed at it but we still saw nothing but butt.

A change of tactic was formulated. 

"Let us go to the other side. We should be able to get a better angle there," our host suggested.

So we did. 

Finally, success! A full frontal view was obtained. The flashlight beams were sufficient enough for auto-focusing and an acceptable photograph. We uttered suppressed squeals of delight. There was happy talk, albeit in undertones, as we returned to our original spot.

I turned to my wife and asked, "Why are we whispering?"

"So as not to spook our quarry." was her logical answer.

"But we are standing next to a swimming pool with folks splashing around and talking in normal voices!"

A smile. Then silence.

Here is the result of so much whisperings in the dark:

Please see the blogs of our friends Trinket and Maia about the same subject of whisperings in the dark.


trinket said...

great picture bob! still looking fluffy except for the wings.

thanks for the link too! :-)

Lee D said...

Just nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. Keep up the good work.