I think it was Bob Dylan who said “If I had known how long I was going to be around, I’d have taken better care of myself.” Amen to that! If you’re going to roam around with cameras and camera bags around your neck, it sorta helps if you are in shape. And at 73, I’m quickly finding out I am not. Arthritis is loudly proclaiming itself to be in control to the point of preventing me from straightening my right leg. I’d been hobbling around popping ibuprofen tablets for a month or so when I finally decided it would be a good idea to finally find out if something was structurally wrong or if it was just arthritis. A raft of X-rays confirmed arthritis to be in control of my knee joint. A shot of cortisone got me back in the game. “Might fix it or it might not,” my doctor said, “But for now, you’re good to go.” I’ll take what I can get.
I’d been wanting to get out into the field to grab a few shots of the sunrise now that the annual invasion of wild, reddish sour grass has taken over the fields. It provides a smidgen of foreground interest in what would otherwise be a pretty empty scene.
Nikon D750 Camera. Nikkor 24-120mm lens set at 24mm.
Somebody told me that the red grass is a variety of Bermuda Sorrel which supposedly is edible. An acid provides the sour taste. Perhaps that’s why goats like to graze on it which tagged the grass with the name, “Goat’s Foot.” Not too appetizing, huh. But given my state of mobility, I wondered if old goats develop arthritic knees. And if not, does grazing on sour grass have something to do with it? I’ll take my chances with the cortisone. Thanks for the look and have a good week ahead. See you next time.