Stop and stare

I thought it was my car that had caught their attention as I rounded the corner, and maybe it had at first, but as I rolled down the window it was a distant group of howling coyotes that had peaked their interest. I parked, turned the engine off, and frantically went to work with the camera… however, in the rush of that moment I was soon compelled to put my camera down and soak in the scene. I'm uncertain if it was the outlying yips and howls eerily filling the street, or the clammy late-spring chill that made my hair stand on end - I do remember that the air was so thick with pollen from the local orchards that it was like a mist swirling amongst the street lamps; it smelled wonderfully sweet and mingled well with the freshly cut field across the street. I cherish that impulse to put the work aside and focus on experiencing the moment. Sometimes when you slow it down and tune your senses in, you walk away with more than just a photo.