My lady gave me a bit of a chuckling fit the other day.  When I showed her the photos I had taken, this last she thought was an apple.  It was a little a kickball or some such that was just laying up the bank from the river (or what’s left of the river), but looking at the image, I see how it resembles an apple..  She then proceeded to tell me how she looks at pictures and paintings and the like and I thought, Wow, that’s pretty damn amazing.  She is a great storyteller, and it’s always a pleasure and an honor to be able to see what she sees as she sees it.  The way she looks at things makes me want to go out and get some more photos right now just so I can hear the tales she pulls from them.

Dedicated to Blu, the apple of both of my eyes.

The Apple That Wasn’t by Sahm King