With my kind of gun.
I took my camera with me in the van today but didn’t find much that caught my eye while I was out and about. The grass is greening up but the landscape still has a ragged, haggard look to it. I’ve been wanting to challenge myself to Friday photo hikes. It would be fun to have other learning photographers involved and vary the sorts of places we visit. Some places I’d like to go I’d feel more comfortable to not go alone.
Today’s trip just didn’t lend itself to photos.
I have a nice mental photo of my lunchtime jaunt today, though. I ordered food in the establishment where my oldest son is working and then I sat and ate and watched him work. Smiling, pleasant, helpful, considerate, compassionate, cheerful, ready, willing. Those are all nice things to see. His supervisors couldn’t have been more appreciative of him and the way he does his job. It’s an interim step, while he waits for his Navy assignment to come up, one that he was hoping he wouldn’t need but he seems content. I’m thinking it was a good and necessary step for both of us.
I do try not to be a helicopter parent, but it’s nice to hover once in a while.
And then I came home to this spray plane overhead. After a good part of an hour of hearing it buzzing the neighboring fields, I decided this could be my photo op for the day. Not too much later, the plane was lost in the clouds and so was I.
“A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed…It feels an impulsion…this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.”
Richard Bach
