In an act of possibly sanity saving slackerness, I went to my favorite contemplative spot yesterday. It’s an oddly bucolic, visually perfect little pond buzzing with dragonflys, loud frogs and turtles. I say “oddly” because it’s also just over the hill from a gravel quarry. The warning tones of dump trucks mix freely with burps of frogs. Still I like it.
So, squatting in the reeds next to the pond I saw an ant. I then proceeded to take 57 photos of this ant. Not at all surprisingly, most of these pictures sucked in a large way. But the goal wasn’t really to get a good picture, it was to stop thinking about other crap. Which I did. Felt stupidly and inanely zenlike. I loved it.

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