September 14, 2014 § 3 Comments
A fly on a leaf in the late summer heat.
A man with a camera crouched in the weeds, sun on his neck.
The fly will live a month at most.
A week or two with wings.
The man has time, and time, and time.
He spends it freely, watching.
The man considers the fly.
The fly considers the man.
And the sun beats down.
And the fly glistens.
And the man holds his breath to steady the camera.
Note: The photos you see with my weekly posts are almost always the work of my husband, Ray Faass. When we met he was the photographer for the Baltimore Zoo, capturing elephants, Kodiak bears, polar bears and water buffalo on film.
He goes after smaller game now.
Next week Slow Dance Journal will take a rest as we will be in the Berkshires for a family wedding. Ray will bring his camera. I bet we come home with more photos of the insects buzzing my sister’s garden than pictures of the wedding party.