FOS, aka First of Season, a term I just became aware of through one of my flickr friends,
a wildlife photgrapher extrordanaire.
When I was a climber of rock ice and snow it seemed like a big thing to have a resume with FA’s (first ascents),
a goal to chase for some kind of recognition.
I got a few in, which I admit bolsterd my ego a bit, ok more than a bit then, but only a bit now.
Now days I look more toward the seasons, though I am not divorced from physical achievement at all,
which serves me in ways I am still discovering (tomorrow is another 5k run for me, and yes a little anxious here).
So it is not without emotion to see this tiny plant, so frail and so bold,
as I have learned life is,
and to photograph it on a windy evening with my macro lens, a combination that seldom works,
but just sometimes things do work, when you keep after it…
The little Willow Herb,
first wild flower of this season for me, a special FOS
There is magic and inspiration out there, get out and find it !
That’s my story and I will stick to it