Ironically, my husband was out of town hunting. I decided to run some errands and just happened to have my camera with. Mind you, if I bring my camera with on an intentional wildlife hunt, I typically don't see anything. The camera was just in my bag.
I was driving past a lake when I saw this handsome fellow cross the road. I pulled over to watch him and shot a couple pictures of him. Funny. I had just seen a few hunters leaving the area. This big buck walked around a bit, even closer to my car, and stared at me for some time. Did he know I was a friend? Did he know I didn't have a rifle? I almost felt guilt over the fact that I quite enjoy venison in my chili. No need to share this information, though. I didn't want to spoil this moment. This spontaneous moment. This unplanned and completely unexpected moment.
Back at home I set to making a mental to-do list. Pick up the stuff on the living room floor. Do the dishes. Cook supper. Put away some laundry. Call my husband and see if he shot a deer. Plans. Calculated. Written down. Check-marked. Boring.
Was my unscheduled deer sighting a glimpse of how other half lives? (If we humans are truly divided in equal portions.) You know the ones. Fly by the seat of their pants. Throw caution to the wind. Live for the moment and all that mumbo-jumbo.
Am I missing something here in my notebook, organizer, scheduled existence? Am I missing majestic bucks, flocks of who knows what, and non-stop excitement?
Maybe. Then again, maybe not. I'd like to think that my rare, unplanned excursions that sometimes result in capturing an amazing picture during an amazing experience is more appreciated because it is not commonplace to me. How will I ever find out? I stopped trying to be someone other than me a long time ago. It's much better this way. Boring? Perhaps. But better nonetheless.
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