Footbridge

Did you ever try to get one of those pictures that is much better in your head than it could ever be in real life?

Mr. Al and I were out bicycling the other day. He goes much faster than I do. We started up a hill, changed our minds, and headed back to cross the bridge you see here. Half way down the hill I stopped to take a picture and there goes Mr. Al racing across the bridge.

It was a sight to behold. He was leaning over the handle bars, hair swept back, shirt flapping. He was really moving. Seeing him race past through the slats of the bridge had this wonderfully artsy feel to it. And my shutter – if a digital camera can be said to have a shutter – has a full second delay on it. By the time I clicked the picture, he was gone.

He’s a wonderfully accommodating man, and was feeling guilty because he’d left me in the dust. Again. So I took horrible advantage of him. I made him race across the bridge over and over. Never once did it look the same. I made him do it so many times I started to feel guilty.

Have you ever done anything like that? Who did you get to do what? How did you get them to do it?