Not sure whether it’s just lockdown restlessness or an innate knowing that ‘something is out there’, but from time to time, I get an urge to grab the camera and go. This happened the other evening as I was finishing up supper. Even though I was tired, one glance at the weather forecast told me we were in for four days of rain.
“Going out!” I called to Ric.
I like to set a plan on these expeditions, and then remain open. First, I would visit the Little Falls, then check on the flowers at our local peace garden and then drive the river road before heading toward the golf club and taking the back road home as the sun set.
A woman at the peace garden wanted to talk, and then told me that a pair of eagles was fishing along the river the night before.
“I better get going then!” I begged off our conversation.
Along the river, a truck slowed down and approached my open window.
“I have some info you might be interested in,” the burly driver said. “There’s a snowy owl hanging out in the big machinery dealership, next town over. He’s been there five days according to the owner.”
An owl! I have never been lucky enough to photograph an owl. Did I have time to make it there before sundown? I decided to try, pushing speed limits, and finally arriving at the location with a few minutes to spare.
I drove the row of big farm machines slowly, trying to calm my breath, not wanting to frighten the bird. No owl. Likely, he was already off hunting.
I drove the speed limit home, the thrill of the chase still buzzing inside me.
Won’t you join me this week in considering what it is that exhilarates you. What is it that you chase?
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Look forward to your responses.