For the first time in too long I managed a solo photo outing today, in the morning. The weather here was uncommonly beautiful. The sun shining and breeze blowing guaranteed I would be out of the house for a while. So I flipped a mental coin: cut grass vs. walk through the park by the river.
The river won.
The coin must have known what I needed. I arrived at the park relatively early, so there were fewer people than usual for such a good weather day. Aside from a few gaggles of bikers and some rather attractive female runners (another Ponytail Files report, perhaps) I had the trail mostly to myself. It was wonderful.
I found myself taking fewer pictures than I normally do. The light, the sounds of birds and water were so entrancing there was little pressure to get that perfect shot. I let it go and existed in the moment. To my mind, that is a fine definition of a great day, no matter how one views it. Spring, tonic for the soul.
Something else that is tonic for the soul: moms. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. Making the world go 'round since forever...
sounds enchanting...I'm so glad the River won. What if it hadn't? What if, instead, you were toiling away on the lawn? Not as good a scenario.
ReplyDeleteAh, Spring-a!
Oh, to be alone on a trail in nice weather. That would be a perfect mother's day for this mom.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a nice day indeed. I had a good Mom's Day -- far different than any I've had before, but still good.
ReplyDeleteHow about-a some pics-a of your outing-a, eh, Irish?