Write about: the balloon(s).
Dropped by the gym I worked at last winter this afternoon to pick up a form I need to do my taxes... whenever I can make time to do them. Max came with me so that Kat could do some work at home, and while we were waiting for my paperwork to be found in the bowling alley office Max spotted a balloon.
It was left behind after the most recent birthday party and, obviously, Max was encouraged to take it. He did so eagerly and we played with it for a while at the park before bringing it home, where more fun was had before dinner.
So there's your prompt inspiration.
This morning I spent a little bit of time in the apricot blossoms with the new camera. Other than a brief period where I thought I'd broken it (turned out I'd just accidentally switched it from instant single shots to a ten second timer...), I was quite happy with the results. Here's the one shot that really caught my attention:
I've probably taken very similar shots with my old camera, so it's easy for me to see how much more detail and clarity this one contains (click it for a bigger version). I still want to do a few more things with it, but I'd say there's little doubt now that I'll be purchasing this camera.
"So where's the birthday boy?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? With all these balloons I can't see more than five feet in any direction!"
"Well, why did you order so many? There must be twice as many balloons as there are people in here."
"You can thank Roger for that, not me. He was worried our little Jeremy would feel bad about himself when only two or three kids showed up for his party."
"So he decided to make it impossible to tell how many people are here? That's great. Utterly brilliant."
"Tell me about it."
"Where is Roger, anyway? I need to give him a piece of my mind. And maybe a couple of needles so he can start making some space to breathe in here."
"How the hell am I supposed to know?"