We grow to rely on things, don’t we? My camera is one of those things. I often take it with me on walks and adventures and I always take it with me when heading up north. I’m enjoying the process of learning to use it in different ways and of slowly learning to capture a few things that I couldn’t before; dappled sunlight kissing a flower’s petal and bees covered in pollen, the stamen of a flower and the tree-toad I didn’t know was in the puddled water until I downloaded the picture and zoomed in, the designs a shadow makes, closing in on a baby or a pair of hands and zooming up into the treetops to find a Baltimore oriole.
I panicked when I realized late Monday night that my camera was missing.
I had taken some pictures at Northwestern University of the Shakespeare Garden, the chapel, the campus and when I went to download the pictures, the camera was nowhere to be found.
I called campus security with no luck.
I was so relieved to hear yesterday that my camera had fallen inside Marilyn’s car on Monday.
It is so glorious to find something that was lost.
I’m so glad my camera was found.
More importantly, I’m grateful that I saw this garden with wonderful friends and gardeners.