Once upon a time, I spent many minutes squatting in the woods, trying to make a photo of a swarm of gnats.
Certainly this would’ve been a more interesting picture if there’d been a more prominent subject. I’m posting it anyway because I loved the ‘enchanted forest’ vibe I’d gotten while situated in that particular spot, surrounded by lush greens, those tiny gnats glinting like pixie dust in the late afternoon shafts of sunlight.
While lost in my little reverie, I managed to trip on a tree root, nearly dropped the camera and accidentally inhaled a bunch of “pixie dust,” at which point I decided it was time to go home.
Even if the photos I tried to make of these
swarming insects glittering fairy trails don’t exactly replicate my memory of that moment, I do feel warm and fuzzy inside when I look at them.
I’ll consider that a happy ending.