At my parents' house yesterday, I looked the window to their backyard, to my father's snow-covered garden and little red barn that served long ago as a stable for an appaloosa horse. It looked like a holiday photo. I was thinking that I should put on my boots and go out outside with my camera.
Then I glanced at my parents' computer and noticed that the desktop photo was the scene that I was planning on shooting. My father had already taken the photo.
"Hey, email me that photo for my blog," I said.
My father looked at his computer and shrugged, "Okay."
Then I sat back down by the fire with a hot cup of tea.