Leaves 1

This is a picture I did not take of a white pickup accelerating onto the freeway, a trail of brown leaves streaming from a large tree branch in the back, blanketing the pavement behind it in a leafy swirl.

Seconds later, no more leaves. Just a bare branch in the truck bed.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of all colors of brilliant light, one after another, entering my eye as I moved my head ever so slightly to intercept the rainbow cast on the wall through the peephole.

I stared down a rainbow. It was beautiful, trippy, organic. I did not take a picture because I could not take a picture. Not a digital one, at least. I took one in my mind.

With this post, I am starting a new category: Unphotographable. With credit, of course, to Unphotographable the site for a the most excellent idea.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of a young father on a walk with his wee little toddler, watching her every step, documenting every precious moment with his camera.

It made me smile. It warmed the heart. It made the grass look greener. :)

As they say, imitation is the best form of flattery: Unphotographable.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of a young man on a bicycle in the left turn lane, a drumstick in each hand, tapping, tapping, tap-tap-tapping on his bike, waiting for the light to change.

And why didn’t I take a picture? Because my phone has a crappy camera. Thank goodness for Unphotographable.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of a banana peel on the road, atop a giant letter ‘T’, five feet from the stop line.

The camera I’ve been eyeing has finally been released and is now on its way to me via UPS, so perhaps next time I’ll be able to show you with a thousand figurative words.

As for today’s post, you can thank Mr. Hotshoes for his site, Unphotographable.

Unphotographable

I didn’t have my camera ready on my drive home this evening, so of course I missed what would have been a great shot. While I was lamenting the missed photo op, I thought of Mr. Hotshoes‘s website, Unphotographable. So, as a tribute to Mr. Hotshoes’s hot site, I will share what I saw Unphotographable-style:

This is a picture I did not take of a man riding a bicycle on the sidewalk, on John Daly Blvd, heading east, on the uphill approach to the bridge that runs over I-280, his right hand on the handlebar, his left hand up, arm bent, holding an old red white and blue tricycle as a waitress would a tray of food, balancing, pedalling, wobbling ever so slightly, losing speed on the grade, approaching surprised pedestrians up ahead.