The lexical meaning of graceful is not an accurate description of me. I’m more in the realm of Klutz (a person who often drops things, falls down, etc. ).
To this day, my husband still “hoots with laughter” as he recalls years ago we were talking while walking somewhere. He would glance in my direction, but I was no longer next to him. Suddenly the sign post he just passed loudly reverberated after I ran into it. FYI, falling in the middle of an intersection, or tripping over nothing is more common and most comical. It is also embarrassing. I attribute my klutziness to the fact that I’m not paying attention to where I’m going – I’m watching the birds in the sky, the flowers along the sidewalk, or watching some idiot doing something stupid. After all, I’m constantly looking for the Kodak moment.
This brings us to yesterday.
I was taking my daily walk along the river
stalking looking for my favorite heron who is usually at her favorite spot. When I arrived she was not there but on a branch nearby. I swiftly moved, all the while, bobbing and weaving trying to get a clear photo (it didn’t happen). I fired few shots before it flew off down the river. Determined to get more frames, I attempted to follow her down the river. The Klutz God was not far behind me. In tandem, we followed.
I whispered, “Stop heron. Give me a few …” My thoughts froze.
My mind kicked into slow motion as the Klutz God’s shadow enveloped me. My foot stepped on a tiny rock, my ankle twisted, my arm swung in a circular motion; the other arm cradled my camera, while my body heaved forward.
“Protect camera at all cost, ” instinctively became the order as a mother would sacrifice herself to protecting her young.
As a result, I didn’t use my hands to break the fall and landed directly on my side. While I didn’t quite knock the wind out of me my breathing wasn’t quite normal. I quickly looked around me to make sure no one had seen my ungraceful fall. I got up and started the long walk back to my car.
Have I learned my lesson? Probably not. Mother nature still screams at me to watch her birds, trees, and flowers.
By the way, the “heron” that I saw yesterday was not actually a heron. This one was pure white and I’m quite sure it was a great egret (or white heron). I’m not sure who she was since I only got a nano glimpse during the entire ordeal. My concerns were centered around my camera for damages and dusting off my work clothes. And also, I was trying to impress others; who may have seen me on the ground, that this was my usual method of shooting.
My worried husband asked on the phone if he should take me to the ER. I described my injuries; the conversation went silent. I said, “You are not allowed to go there …” We both laughed as the Klutz God roosted on a high tree limb above my office waiting for my next fall. THE SAGA CONTINUES.