A sense of humour and play makes life easier.
Hunting in nature with a camera. The plants looked soggy and droopy, like they had a big hangover. The animals played hide and seek. It was a fruitless photographic journey.
At the river bank, chocolate biscuit in one hand, camera in the other, I slipped. I rolled, my coat and trousers covered in solid mud, my chocolate biscuit and camera covered in the brown stuff too. I laughed. Nature grounds you, sometimes literally.
A sense of humour is useful when things go wrong. I throw my muddy biscuit in the river, an edible opportunity for a creature from my misfortune. I wash some of the mud off in the river. I play with flints, each making a unique sound, rock and roll at the river bank.
I walk past a man with an Akita dog. I signal with my eyes and face “play”, “fun,” “friendship” to the dog. The excited Akita strains at its lead in my direction. The man looks at me and my instant disinterested poker face. I repeat my hidden signals to the dog, the bewildered man is struggling with making any progress with the Akita, oblivious of the communication between me and his dog.
Play is a universal language in nature. Play builds bridges of trust, sharing and closeness between animals. I have been playing with the Akita. Play is good with animals if they show interest and enjoy the interaction. I turn the corner, the dog is constantly turning then looking in my direction.
Life is often hard, laughter and play the honey that soothes those times of bitterness. I walk past a recently dead pigeon, its legs comically sticking in the air. The game of life is over for the pigeon. My life rolls on.