Friend Julie and I went on one of our photo shoots a couple of weeks ago – heading for dirt roads. I do believe it was the first such outing since last fall and we savored it. We didn’t find any “National Geographic” wanna-be photographs but we experienced something much more precious.
We experienced shared chuckles about a flag planted in an otherwise fallow field and pondered its meaning.
Julie humored me as I took more photos of common cows and we giggled as they followed me from one end of the field to the other. Did they think we had food or did they just want to be our friends?
I think they saw my camera and all wanted to be in the picture.
We experienced wonder in the ordinary. Like the way the dead grass was hanging over the wire of a fence and the simple lines of the posts making a corner, pondering whether the fence was keeping something in or out.
I hold a precious memory of feeling the cool morning air (maybe in the 50’s f) and the warm sun, and the sounds of nature on a country road in the early morning.
I stopped, backed up, pulled forward onto the edge of the road to marvel at the architecture of a new-growth wood lot, beyond the roadside grasses going to seed and bending in the breeze. We walked the road looking for the best composition and commented on the scarcity of traffic.
We giggled at the modern, country art sculpture – while I secretly was thankful it wasn’t the back of my car that created it.
At every stop we expressed to each other what a beautiful day it was, and how wonderful it was to be back on dirt roads together. I struggled to find adjectives to describe being in Michigan, in late spring, surrounded by the wonders of our dot on the map. Maybe the adjective that best describes our experience is precious.
We both stopped and searched the skies as we heard the familiar noise, the honking of geese – lots of them. They came, they circled, and they landed in the field in front of us. I have seen this so many times but it still enchants me. Birds flying together with a common goal.
And we marveled at the newly worked fields, some of them planted. At the slopes of the rolling hills and the green borders that remind us that once upon a time all of this land was covered with dense woods.
How fortunate I am that I can still experience the wonder of the world around me – even the seemingly mundane. And how precious it is to share it with a friend, in words and in quiet reverence.
This down-dirt-roads experience was perfect of Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Precious. You can follow the link to she her interpretation and all the others who are joining in.