Every year in early spring the south of Israel is covered with red Calaniyot. On short notice, I packed up my faithful partner, Gypsy, and headed in that direction on a beautiful sunny day caught in between our miraculous rainy days in search of a photographer's dreamworld, the fields of red. But this year the weather has been so sporadic that instead of red, I found field after field of brilliant yellow.
And never to be disappointed as a photographer, the most enjoyable event was watching Gypsy's first encounter with a herd of cows. She was the entertainment that made my day! Only a wire fence separated her and the cows, although she tried and tried to dig a hole and crawl under - unsuccessfully. Finally, she sat and wimpered and cried, rolling over and prancing around until surprisingly she caught the attention of several whose curiosity got the best of them and they came to greet her. Nose to nose, tongue to tongue, they licked each other with yukky, sloppy kisses as I laughed and laughed for some some time watching her silly antics. I eventually coaxed her back to the car and drove off with her whimpering and woofing as if she were leaving her newfound friends for the last time, which in all reality, is probably true.
On the return trip, I finally saw red! There was a small patch of the red hanging out on the side of the road. I felt Hashem didn't want to disappoint me. It was as if He put the red flowers there just for me. I can just hear what you're thinking - Yeah! Right! - Okay! So humor me! At least I succeeded in getting the most wanted photographs of the day for my library!
