i hardly slept the night before, getting stung by a dozen bees or more can make that happen not to mention the below freezing temperature that came upon the hill suddenly. I let the dogs out at the earliest sign of dawn light, dressed and wrapped my neck with a scarf grabbed my bag and rental car keys and headed out. there was fog, i made my way down the new dirt road and unto a paved one and began to shoot, with my phone a habit i am thinking might right about now seem like an addiction.
i had also found a new radio channel filled with my favorite kind of music. i drove around bends, through small towns and then unto route seven heading to hudson ny, but captivated by the fog and the lines of the road and textures of trees i found myself behind schedule and decided to go to saratoga a little closer for coffee and just maybe something flaky and sweet to eat. i did just that i picked up a chocolate croissant at one place and walked into another, a new to me place filled to the rim of people the kind that has a heartbeat and rhythm. i ordered my mocha, looked around for an empty table not one can be found and i proceeded to do something i never did and asked to share a table with someone. he put his hand out and said my name is John and responded that i am nadia and we each turned back to our devices, him his lap top and i my iphone. a few minutes later he asked what i was doing and i told him looking at pics i had taken earlier, we started chatting, laughing and talking photography, a friend of his stopped at the table and we chatted some more then i got up gathered myself and said nice to meet you both and walked out the cafe ( all this was no more than twenty minutes). a few minutes later driving down the road while eating bits of my croissant which is such a treat for someone who is a raw foodie most of the time, anyhow a song came on that i loved, i turned the sound up and lowered my window and began to sang and dance and i mean really do those things with full intent. i am not sure what happened to me, was it the sweet treat or just feeling balanced by a good morning of shooting, good conversation, good drive and music. i was happy this is what happy looks like on me.
I shared this story with my dear friend Tzurit last night and as i pressed send, tears fell i recognize them to be the good kind the kind that comes from sharing a moment that reminds you that you are still breathing strong with a friend who will get exactly what you mean.
*images taken with phone.