Starling Geometry

There was a door. The door opened into half of a falling-down shed, and the sun was setting behind it. The image was excellent. I never took it.

There was a large woman. She parked her large SUV in front of the door, and sat back for a nice evening of texting. My shot was blocked.

I ranted. I raved. I danced the dance of lightning bolts. I shouted! …In my head, of course. I couldn’t very well tell her to leave her own driveway.

After a moment I looked for something else to take a picture of, and saw some Starlings applying the Pythagorean Theorem to their day to day lives.

That was worth a picture. =]


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