I frequently will see things as great photos, only I know I'm not going to make the photograph. Usually it's because I don't happen to have a camera with me, or perhaps I'm out of film or space on the memory card. This morning fits the former category. Our horses grazed in the morning, not far from the gate, and that provided today's stimulus for this philosophical moment. No camera. Would want to wait for a bit more light, anyway. Gotta go to Hospital.
Wouldn't you know one of the features on NPR discussed retirement, since this year is truly the first 'wave' of the Boomer generation hitting the magic year for collecting Social Security. I'm not there yet, and even after the two years and some change left before I can tell Hospital, "It's been grand, now pay me not to come here anymore," I'm still going to need to sell my time to someone for things like health insurance and other mandatory expenses. Oh, yes, I will, and thank you very much Mr. Bush. Not Jeb, his older (chronologically) brother.
Yet, I'm feeling twinges of resentment that I can't make the time available for photographs such as 'Horses Grazing in the Fog'. Oh, I made my choices and I'm rather OK with them, or at least mostly. I opted for somewhat greater security which means somewhat more restricted time for creativity just now.
And I'm receiving all too many reminders of that recently.