Dangling feet over water, quiet place away from bustle, I wonder which snaps will develop well as memories begin to rustle.
The brubru encountered on the trip was a challenging photo op since from branch to branch to branch, it would ever hop-hop-hop.
Then, the ranger came by to enforce some beadledom, claiming shooting birds, even by camera, was not fine but for a fine to come.
Lowering hands to view the passerine sans capture lens, I felt pistic peace in the freedom of imbibing space for moment’s zens.
Back in the city, on metal grate, mind feuds hobby’s soul. If heart is satiated without reminder, what part do pics have in feeling whole?
Then, a splash of fins caught eyeful joy but finger set not the shutter. Perhaps, best mems are ones only known by a passing fluttter. ; )