Anthony chased fireflies for the first time the other day. It was wonder and glee incarnate.
He'd been sitting on the veranda with Grandma feeding the birds when they saw the first one at late dusk. They went out onto the lawn, and each time Anthony noticed a firefly, he pointed and ran toward it with unconstrained excitement. Anthony would find that the firefly would go dark before he got there, only to see another one somewhere else, so in this manner he zigzagged, pointing and bursting with excitement, across the lawn.
I watched with considerable enchantment, eventually breaking myself away to fetch my camera and tripod. They came in soon after, so I wasn't really able to get much of a picture (the one above is about the best I could come up with), but it was a wonderful event to witness.
Jeffrey, don’t you realize, if you didn’t photograph it, it didn’t happen.
(unless you Photoshop it in, of course… —Jeffrey)