This past weekend Magpie and I met Ramblin’ Kathy who was in town visiting her daughter and grandson. We try to get together when she visits and we always manage to have a new adventure (at least for Magpie and me) – lots of catching up to do and, of course, lots of photos which I am sure you will find on their upcoming blogs.
Here they are posing for a photo I have decided to call…wait for it…..
My “On Again, Off Again” job had been mostly “Off Again” lately. The blessing to the “Off Again” job status is that I get to spend time with Magpie when, just like the good ole days, we’d manage to share all kinds of excellent adventures and misadventures.
On this particular day when Magpie called we didn’t really have any idea what we wanted to do but headed for the 50 Acre Wood, also know as Friendship Park. Before we knew where we were going, I had decided to take my Diana lens. It had been awhile since I had played with it. I considered changing it once we decided we were going to visit the ducks but instead decided to “hang loose like a goose” and go with the flow. One thing Magpie always teaches me, and something I never seem to learn, is that great adventures can happen anytime, anywhere – even in the most common places. This day was no exception. For instance, on this day I learned:
Check out Magpie’s blog, In Over My Head, to see just exactly what she was photographing on the Street Light Serengeti.
This past Wednesday I met my blogging pals Kathy and Magpie at the Phoenix Desert Botanical Gardens. Magpie and I are family so we see each other quite often, but we had only met Kathy once before and had really hit it off (at least that’s what I think). Saddened by the news that she would be leaving the area at the end of the year we had decided to try to get together again at least once, and this was it.
So, anyway, here I am walking through the Garden, Mr Digital Clover holding my hand, with my two buddies who are most excellent macro photographers whether they realize it or not. My bloomin’ pictures never measure up to theirs. Every photo I take of a flower ends up looking like an ugly splotch of color. I have decided not to even try to keep up with them today.
Once we stepped into the Monarch Butterfly Exhibit we must have spent half an hour or 45 minutes running around taking photos of different butterflies. Or maybe we were just taking pictures of the same two or three – who really knows and what does it matter? There were dozens if not hundreds of butterflies flying around, drifting over your shoulder, stirring just the smallest amount of a breeze – an actual butterfly kiss. And then there were maybe dozens if not hundreds more hanging on the screen that surrounded the exhibit. You couldn’t look anywhere and not see a butterfly on this day.
Every once in a while someone would shake the screen, and all the butterflies that were hanging on the screen would let go and join the hundreds of others in flight to create the most beautiful whisper of a butterfly storm.
Life is kind of like that. Sometimes we need someone to shake the screen and get our wings moving – someone to make us leave our comfortable place and take flight.
Because friendships should inspire you, not hold you back.
So, thank you, my friends (both winged and human). I am going out to work on my macro shots.