No sale

Yesterday morning (Thursday, April 14, 2011), returning from nearby Boughton Park (“BOW-tin;” as in “wow”) after walking our dog, I noticed a maroon minivan parked at our driveway.
I drove around and pulled into our garage.
As soon as I got out of our car to let out the dog, the maroon minivan was pulling in our driveway.
“Who’s this?” my wife asked. She had come out into our garage.
A nice gentleman got out of the minivan with a large elaborately framed photograph.
It was an aerial photo of our house in strong sunlight.
Probably out of a Piper Cub at about 500 feet.
“I’ve seen that before,” I said.
“Not this,” he said.
“Well, something similar,” I said.
“Probably,” he said. “There are others doing this.”
Now the sad part; “I’m not interested.”
Here a nice man had gone to all the trouble to photograph our house from above — he needed favorable weather to do so, and that isn’t often.
It was a nice photograph.
Our garden was surrounded with strident yellow, our marigolds.
Our red roof reflected the sunlight — it hogged the photograph,
And they had gone to all the trouble to frame the photograph, yet I wasn’t buying.
“Well, thanks for your time.”
Back in the minivan the beautiful photograph went.
No sale.