In front of my Nose

His Lordship and I stride over the Links to Bruntsfield while I clutch my camera knowing full well I have to find a blip en route and without breaking step,or else.

The thousands of daffodils and orange centred narcissi are old hat on the blipping spectrum, the castle view is too predictable, the cat sleeping in the pet shop window beside the hamster food just passable, the windows on the newest building in the adjacent development a possibility, the emerging baby leaves on the hydrangea petiolaris, fascinating although somewhat desperate, but while standing, still uninspired back home on the patio listening to the zither playing tunelessly in the Meadows, I notice the reflections of the trees on the glass door. Result!