I posted about fireflies last year but my photo shoot was far from what I wanted it to be (I wanted it to be nice not lame. which really should not be too much to ask, right? but fireflies are hard costumers) so naturally I had to give it another go. last year I came away with about fifty photos of blurry, dark, out-of-focus, confusing, ugly pictures of, well, mostly dark, and a spot of t-shirt here or there. and I think maybe one firefly?
But in all honestly, firefly catching is mostly dark running around with shouts of, "I FOUND ONE I FOUND ONE" and "OH!" and "OVER THERE"
I don't know if fireflies can hear, but considering how they never seem to be where we are (grass is greener...) I figure they probably can.
my point being: It's not all that pretty catching fireflies, but it's something I want to remember.
So last sunday (for those of us who don't know us: we never get home sunday nights before 9:30, but this was an exception) I grabbed my camera and younger sisters -- who are always willing to go outside -- to go and catch fireflies.
and catch we did. It was quite exciting.
This is actually might be one of my all-time favorite pictures. I love how she runs to greet whoever is coming home. She's seriously one of the most exuberant people I know. and it's very sweet.
What's on your bucket-list to capture this summer? I challenge you to make sure you get it this year!!
(and to my american friends: Happy Forth of July!!)