Dinner was cooking when I noticed it. Corn and carrots steaming, pasta boiling, and meat baking, I could not just leave the meal. "Hey, Honey, could you come here a minute?"
"Yeah, is everything OK?" he answers from the family room.
"Yes, I was just hoping to capture that light in a photograph. Would you mind watching the meal for a couple of minutes?"
"Sure, anything need done?" he graciously takes over stirring.
"Not really, I'll be real quick," I assure him.
Grabbing my camera, I dart out the back door. Crouching low and angling the camera upwards, I snap a shot.
Then I decided a few steps to the left would capture a better angle. Rising, I move four steps over, and lower to the ground. I center and focus, excitedly thinking how beautiful the shot will be. But just as I press the button to take the photograph, my camera shuts down. The screen reads, "Battery Exhausted."
No, how could this happen? The photograph could have been neat. How did I not know the battery was low?
I returned to the kitchen, defeated, battery charger in hand.
"Did you get the shot?" he happily asks.
"No, my battery died," I mumble. "I didn't even notice the low battery warning."
How do you heed a warning when you don't even notice it until it is too late?