99% of the time that I go out, my camera is in my purse because I never know when I might see something I want to take a picture of - like that 1966 Mustang convertible. I saw that on Thursday in the grocery store parking lot.
Of the 1% of the time that I forget my camera I rarely see something that I really want to "shoot." But it has happened once or twice. What's worse is actually having my camera with me and not being able to take a picture.
A couple of weeks ago I was walking out to my truck from the pick up site with my MOW food and there was a lady that I really, really wanted to take a picture of, but there was no way to do it covertly. This lady was about 6 feet tall and probably weighed about 280 pounds. She had one of those apple body shapes where all her weight was gathered between the top of her legs and her shoulders. Her long legs got smaller and smaller and seemed to end in little points. And right there by her little feet, at the end of a leash, was a teeny tiny chihuahua. It was one of the funniest things I had ever seen. Hopefully she will be out walking her dog again on another Friday and I can get a picture.