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| What I managed to Capture. |
I picked her up from work, and the moment we hit our property, she bolted out of the car like a woman possessed. No greeting, no pause — just straight into the woods to hunt chanterelles, while the sky was grumbling and the wind was flaring up like a temper tantrum.
I honestly didn’t believe she’d do it. Thunder was already rolling, trees were swaying, and I thought, “Surely she’ll wait until it clears.” Nope. She marched right into the green chaos like it was her calling.
I grabbed my phone and followed — not to stop her, but to take photos. And I did. She’ll be the centerpiece in a future gallery of madness and passion.
Tonight’s dinner might be earthy and rich with mushrooms, but the memory that sticks is her silhouette against a lightning sky, basket in hand, unwavering. Nature respects her. I kind of do too.