The tour bells rang at Filio, indicating the gardens were closed. Being a photographer, always in search of the perfect golden-hour light, I was a straggler. The sun was still too high in the northern California sky for my liking. I left, disappointed I hadn’t been able to capture the garden’s beauty in complimentary light, but accepting, to exhaust, that I’m a rule follower.
The sign on the closed exit gate read, USE SIDE DOOR WHEN LEAVING AFTER HOURS. I exited through the archway of the door with my head down, disgruntled, and stuffing my camera equipment into my backpack.
However, as I learn time and again, we don’t decide when we’re finished. It’s the crazy, little surprises in life that break all the rules and tell us to carry on –
Entering into the side door, used for exiting, the Fioli resident peacock, strode up like a VIP on a red carpet, looked at me, stopped, opened its canopy of fabulous feathers, turned around and showed me its booty and then sauntered right past me and into the closed gardens. The peacock looked back at me, summoning me to join it on the other side, and I followed.
And there we were, back on the inside, after closing hours, with me, fiddling to get all my equipment back out of its storage and shooting this scene of a bird who’d broken all the rules –
Something someone would do who’s
AS PROUD AS A PEACOCK