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Another spectacular day in the beautiful foothills of Alberta. Sun shining and a soft steady breeze…beautiful beyond words. And days that go on forever with light in the sky past 11:00 pm!
The highlight of the day turned out to be a brief trip to town in mid-afternoon which initially held little anticipation or expectation on my behalf. As I left the house, to my delight, buzzing around a pot of pansies at the bottom step was a Hummingbird Moth! I quickly retrieved my camera from inside and snapped as many frames as I could in the minute or so before we had to go…we were already running a little late. Happily the few shots below turned out quite nicely.
I “threw” my camera in back as we jumped in the car hoping to make the appointment in town on time. But, as soon as we turned on to the highway it was time to stop again. In the ditch was a cow moose with her young calf. By the time I grabbed my camera and got the lens cap off Mom and Baby were already crossing the two lane highway. Thankfully, all vehicles had slowed or stopped to let the duo pass. It was a wonderful sight to see that little one – all legs and knees.
On a side note: I have to share that Wikipedia says a young moose is a “mooselet”. I grew up in moose country and no one I know uses the word “mooselet”. Calf – a young moose is a calf. And a female moose is a cow. There I feel better now.
I am an openly confessed “anticipation” junkie. Yes, I almost prefer to leave the gift wrapped.
I think it’s part of why I love to travel so much. All the planning and even the waiting and delays in getting places are part of the thrill – the building anticipation.
Happily, despite my anticipation fixation, I am very rarely disappointed in things. Probably because as much as I love the anticipation, I savor the unexpected too.
My trip to Italy this Fall offered held some fantastic unexpected moments.
Every morning I put on my ‘chicken feeding rubber boots’ to go out to the coop. When I come back to the house, out of habit and convenience, I leave them right outside the front door. Drive’s my better-half crazy. He’ll be happy to know that, soon enough, what his irkedness hasn’t been able to change, the soon to arrive snowdrifts will.
This photo also reflects my periodic habit borrowing of his clothes. (Note the lovely plaid flannel jacket that has seen better days.) I have tried to curtail this habit over our 22 years together but sometimes there is nothing as comfortable as something that’s his. It’s weird. Like his ability to make whatever he’s eating look unbelievably delicious. Usually its a sandwich, and he’s offered to make me one, and I say no thanks, and then I watch with my mouth watering. You’d think I’d have figured out by now to say “yes” to the sandwich. Go figure. There’s a habit to break.
When I took this picture a week or so ago I never thought I’d have a use for it other than my own amusement. How delightful that today’s photo challenge gave me an excuse to share it. Who knew the revelations it would bring.