A rush passes through my veins. There is something truly exhilarating and sublime when, camera in hand, nature gives you an exclusive, serendipitous and often fleeting moment to capture. Like that moment when you are framing a shock of purple wildflowers and a European skipper butterfly noiselessly flutters in and alights perfectly on one of the petals. Click. Or that moment when as you are following a foraging locust borer beetle oblivious to your presence, it stops for a drink of nectar from a flowering weed. Click. Or that moment when an adventurous baby chick who is sprinting through your lawn grass allows you to move in close with your lens. Click. Joy. Elation. Upon reflection, I begin to comprehend that perhaps this season itself, when experienced up close, is an embodiment of these feelings and sentiments. Invigorating. Sublime. Transient.
I clip the cover back onto my lens. With a spring in my step, I head back to the house for my late morning tea.