We were away the last 2 days. My husband is on vacation this week and we decided to go spend few days at my sister’s a few hours South. We left Tuesday afternoon and got a few errands done before they got home and then spent the holiday (St-Jean-Baptiste, French-Canadian holiday) walking around, having a nice barbecue, taking the kids to the park and bird/wildlife watching.
The thing is, with as much planning and packing as we did, I forgot my camera. So of course, I have no images to show you. Several times during that 36 hour period, I wished I had my camera : When my niece and son were playing peek-a-boo, when my daughter found the perfect walking stick while out in the woods, when the kids fed carrots to a very “humanized” groundhog at the local regional park, when we saw a majestic Peregrine Falcon flying above our heads… Notice how none of these are historical monuments or grand natural landscapes? I was surprised… I was surprised at how little I missed the camera for the “big” things.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a picture of a beautiful 300 year old building. Going somewhere new and capturing these amazing sights, bringing them home to share with others, to reminisce, is wonderful. But I tend to take my camera absolutely everywhere and end up sometimes taking the same picture 10 times. And I think it’s quite fun to go out and see everything as if you were seeing it for the first time. It is part of our cultivation to see everything with a child’s eye and heart, to live in the moment and to let go of preconceptions. But it does make for an extra heavy hard drive and a lot of sorting and filtering afterwards.
When I told my sister I had forgotten my camera, she offered that I used my brother-in-law’s. Of course I said yes… but then, the next day, I forgot it again. Hmmm… Was there a message there?
We came home last night and I had no pictures to share. Just stories of birds we got to see that we don’t get to see very often this high North (like Peregrine Falcons, Northern Cardinals, Purple Finches and Eastern Bluebirds. Of deer coming so close to us to graze that we could almost pet them. Of funny moments when endless cartwheels made little people giggle. Of amazing homemade foods that filled our plates and bellies. Of evening spent unraveling yarn after messing up a new pattern over and over again. (LOL!) And of bags full of Linden flowers brought home to dry. And when I have a cup of hand picked linden flower tea, all these images will fill my senses and speak to me 20 times more than pictures ever could.