The wasp has itself planted firmly on the milkweed. The jogger has her feet planted firmly on the paved road. I was balancing on the mulch, trying not to fall forward, trying to keep my hand still. It wasn't until I saw the photo that I realized the jogger's feet were also in the frame.
So I'm thinking about feet. Where we place them, how we balance, why we put ourselves here or there. There's landing, there's movement, there's a race toward or away from. Where are we going? How will we know when we're there? I guess I don't know the answers to questions like these any more than the next person. What I do know is how lucky I feel to have happened upon the wasp and the jogger out doing their thing.