Tired...with a foggy brain...

  Here lately, the days are being spent being a nurse to an ailing, aging dog.  Mr. PJ is feeling poorly so he is the utmost priority of each day...and night...a lot of which is just sitting with him.  I think he truly misses his family at this time of his life and so the extra attention is needed.  There is just not much else I can do.  It breaks my heart to see him like this.  Crazy as it may sound, I have fully grown attached to him in the short time he has been on the Bayou.   This hospice care leaves little time for any other endeavors, however.  One thing the old dog still loves to do is walk about the hillside.  Granted, it is a slow walk with many rests but it seems to calm him.  So, I take the camera along on our slow-paced journeys.

  It does not help much that it has been hot and humid for the past few days.  With the air conditioners going full blast inside, the hikes seem to be even warmer than usual.  This morning as we rounded the bend on the sandy path far down behind the shed, I noticed some trumpet vine blooms gleaming in the beams of the sunrise.  Since Mr. PJ was on one of his rests, I decided to get a photograph.  After several attempts and only coming up with weird, foggy pictures, I decided to check the camera.  Yep, just as I expected.  The transition from the cool air inside to the hot, muggy air outside caused the lens to cloud over.  I wiped it clean and tried to focus the camera once again.  Nope, it was foggy again.  Three times of wiping that lens finally did the trick and I got a clear photo. 

  Once inside, it was weird comparing the two photos.  The fogged lens added a golden-green haze to the picture while the cleaned lens gave a clear photo.  What was weird was the fact that I preferred the messy photo over the clear!  It sort of goes with the mystique of the Bayou and seems perfect to my foggy brain. Yep, I do have a quirky sense of what is nice looking.  So, the humidity and heat won out on this photo shoot this morning.