I had every intention of going to the fair last weekend.
Then Sunday rolled around.
By Sunday, my allergies were making me cranky; I was in no mood for sweat and dust, crowds and noise, rude people and unfortunate clothing choices. Not even the idea of snapping photos could sway me.
Still, I wanted to get out, to do something a little different. So, I went to the zoo; I went, in large part, to give to a give to a good cause and to stroll the grounds . . .
But don’t let it fool you. There were dinosaurs in that there greenery. One little girl marched right up to one and proudly proclaimed, “It’s not real.” Then the dinosaur blinked, and screeched. Her eyes grew wide and she stood there, stuttering, “It’s . . . f-fake . . . t-totally . . . it’s totally fake?”
That’s courage, right there. Being scared, but standing your ground all the same . . .
We also spotted a few butterflies. They were quick fellows; but I managed to snap a few photos . . .
Or this one – he actually smiled for the camera . . .
And the usual suspects.
This fellow was quite set on getting his portrait taken. As a matter of fact, another meandered in front of the camera and he gave him a stern talking to. Understandable, he is quite handsome and debonair . . .
Speaking of which, a giraffe . . .
I mean, really.
Or maybe a big kit; such a pretty girl. So regal, too (or maybe she just smells the corndogs) . . .
Then there was her ‘sister;’ she pulled a Teenie, sauntering in a piece, then promptly tipping over. Sometimes you’re just too tired to lie down with grace . . .
On and on it goes. There were rather plain looking animals, and those with party hats. There were camera shy animals, and those that were complete hams.
But they all made me stop, to take a few minutes and forget about sadness and deadlines; workloads and uncertainties. They made me breathe a bit easier; they made me smile; they made me laugh.
They reminded me: we live in a pretty great world, you know?