Photo Op of Pooh

I am not speaking of the yellow, honey eating bear when I speak of Pooh in this instance.  Oh no, instead I speak of a very different kind of pooh.

Climbing down the rocks into the running water of the Smokies was the easy part.  I was seeking nothing more than a pretty photo op moment because my kids always say, "We don't have any pictures of you because you are always on the wrong side of the camera."  Out with my Mom and sisters, I thought I'd have the girls take some pictures that my kids could cherish.

The sun was burning the tears right out of my eyes, the running water muffled the distance between us so I couldn't hear their instructions, but wouldn't it figure a small branch was right in the way of the picture.  One of my sisters decides to come down the rocks with me and move the obscure branch.  Coming down the rocks was easy, getting back up was an experience.  She struggled a bit, but finally found a great spot to put her hand and grab a hold raising herself to the top.  "Hmm, what is this as she takes a peek at her hand."

Eureka!  I think she found something.  It was one of those somethings that you wish you had never found.  Leaving nothing left to the imagination she quickly announces to us, "I think it's animal pooh".  All I heard was "Pooh" and since we were in the Smoky Mountains the only kind of Pooh I knew of would be a big black one running around in the woods.  This brought my photo op to a screeching halt and I scurried back up the edge of the creek side, but not before they all warn me, "don't put your hand in the pooh".

And so my two sisters concluded my photo op with a review and study of pooh!  Next time I'm seeking a spot for a photo op, I think I'll stick to a backdrop within the confines of a photographer's studio.