Life has been hectic lately, and I haven’t been able to get out much with my camera. I’ve missed it dreadfully, so when I woke to sunshine and blue sky this morning I decided it was time to do something about it. I slung my camera in my bag, hopped on my bike and went off to see what’s new in the world.
My favourite discovery of the day was two gaggles of little goslings (Did you know a group of geese is called a gaggle on the ground, and a skein in the air? I didn’t.), one group a little older than the other. Each group had two guards standing watch, bobbing their heads at other birds, and me, in warning if we stepped too near.
I fell in love instantly and filled my entire card with gratuitous photos of the little balls of fluff.
Did I mention the daisies? No? There were daisies. Thousands and thousands of them.
Now look me in the eye and tell me that’s not cute.
And then there was this next little guy. He was from the younger group of goslings and kept wandering away from the tight cluster to do exploring of his own. Every now and then I’d see him go zipping past me in a little panic, as he realised how far from the group he’d got and ran to rejoin them.
Then he’d go back to grazing in the shelter of the big ‘uns, until he got bored and wandered off again…
When I haven’t been out taking photos, it’s not the sound of the shutter I miss, or creating Art with a capital A… that’s all great too, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of slowing down and reconnecting with the world I’m living in, seeing the little things I’ve been too busy to notice lately. After an afternoon of lying on my front in the grass and daisies – with no concerns greater than when to click the shutter, or whether the wandering gosling was going to get lost – I feel more alive than I have done in several weeks.
Sometimes I feel too frazzled to want to go out and take photos, days like this remind me that to do so is a cure in itself.