The Daily Post randomly selected a great writing prompt for me today:
What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it.
It probably won’t come as any surprise that the last photo I took was of Wicket:
What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it.
It probably won’t come as any surprise that the last photo I took was of Wicket:
I was relaxing in the living room, doing some reading. He hopped up on the couch opposite me (he likes to keep me in view) and he looked so adorable, I had to take some pictures. This was the second one. The first one he was sitting quietly but looking off into the distance. He is not an easy subject for photos, which is a shame because he is so incredibly handsome and perfect. It’s hard to get a good shot with him. He tends to look away at the last moment. I love this photo because he looks like he’s smiling and you can see his goofy expressive little face.
There isn’t really a story behind this one, other than it seems to capture everything I love. Quiet moments at home, with my little boo bear. He has truly been the joy in my life.
There isn’t really a story behind this one, other than it seems to capture everything I love. Quiet moments at home, with my little boo bear. He has truly been the joy in my life.