I never know what it is I'm going to find as I set out each day with my camera.
As do so many days - today - surprised me.
A chicken emerged from her warm winter coop...mistaking winter (I assumed) for spring?
Or - hoping?
She walked with great caution. She stepped lightly. She looked up and down and all around. She was definitely searching for something.
And then - I imagined...as I so often do - that she'd come out in search of her mother.
I thought about the many ways we are so much the same...and the more ways that we are so very different.
And yet...and yet -
We arrived on this good earth by way of our mothers.
We miss them.