Joy isn’t reserved for the obvious moments; the panoramic views, the historic buildings and monuments, visiting new places, revisiting preloved ones or even the meeting of friendly, warm people, all of which thankfully, happen frequently in my nomadic life. These moments I can photograph and share.
Joy is also in the small moments; catching sight of Daisy defiantly tight-curled up under the table asleep this morning, in case I try to take her on another long 3D hike today; watching a herd of wild boar, with youngsters, crossing a field in the dim twilight (really not much more than assorted sizes of snorting, snuffling shadows); investigating the difference between the leaves of the European and English oak; a smiling native helpfully correcting my french vocabulary, obviously pleased that I’m attempting to converse in her language. These moments I cannot photograph and perhaps they are all the more joyful in that they are solely mine in memory.
It’s such a shame that, for most of us, our working lives do not allow us time to notice and truly appreciate many such joyous moments.
Yesterday’s 3D hike? Steep hill and valley – repeat x4
🙂 🙂 🙂