The other day we went for a trip.
OK, it wasn’t a trip per se.
We headed to a nearby city for some business, to be exact. So WAIT, it was a trip – a business trip.
But then, to me, everything is a joyful and enjoyable trip, because I like to live that way. I twist the accurate reality into whatever I like it to be. I have that ability. Just give me a chunk of any reality and I’ll turn it into whatever you wish for. Maybe I should start a business with that.
On the way back – driving towards the setting sun – I screamed with excitement suddenly, and made my BF pull over the car.
The grass, I noticed, was so verdant and captivating that I just couldn’t not take a picture of it.
That would lead to my – both physical and mental – disintegration.
As soon as the car came to a stop, I ran into the field and got down on my knees to scrutinize that dazzling perfection.
That Petra is a complete freak,… poor, poor her.
I heard ya!
The subsiding, golden rays of light were creating a true soul-warming scenery.
Real pleasure to look at.
In photography this is called ‘golden light’, and it is definitely my favorite light throughout the day.
I would have probably been lying there on the spring, muddy ground forever (read: till my memory card would get filled up), taking pictures of the magnificent grass from each possible and impossible angle, if it hadn’t been for my beloved boyfriend who kindly informed me that it was time to go.
So home we went happily.