Although all Saturdays should be sunny, beautiful, and empty of things that must be done, the forecast last week was for rain, so I made Friday my Saturday and headed out in the morning with my Nikon ensconced in my camera shoulder bag, my iPhone in my easily-accessible pocket, my soul ready for fulfillment.
The air was still cool when I reached the park. In the first open area, I gazed over a crop of dew-bejeweled spider webs. They were everywhere, hundreds of them, each a different, appealing shape. My two cameras were working overtime and I soon realized my index finger was going to get a workout. Just one more shot and then I’ll stop. Just one more. Just… Add to that all those raindrops on the plants. I have no resistance when it comes to drop shots, either. Ahh, well, there are worse addictions.
Daisies, wild iris, and a plethora of other flowers provided colors in contrast to the verdant green. The sun grew warmer, birds sang. Should have put on mosquito repellent, but I think the only bites were from a persistent, now dead, fly. I crept slowly to the edge of the river in search of frogs. None in the usual spots, but of course as I moved to take other photos, I startled one into an enormous jump that took it into the river. Drat! No heron today, but driving through the parking lot prior to leaving, I spotted a egret on the hunt for sushi. Not sure how many shots I took while sitting on a sun-warmed rock. He walked slowly, stopped, stretched his neck, froze, went into slow-motion again, once or twice ate. As I got up to leave, a shriek and another plop indicated I’d once again failed in frog hunting. Ah, well, it was a good morning. And it was only a bit after 9 am! My plan for the rest of the morning was to push all my indoor work to Saturday, have some breakfast, do a few errands, and spend time downtown with my camera, searching for flowers, animals, people, and doors for the Thursday Doors challenge. I’m happy to report all went according to plan.