I heard this week that there were new baby goats born at a farm down the lane from us and I asked the neighbor whether I might wander over with my camera and maybe take a few pictures.
“Sure,” the neighbor said. “We’ll be around this weekend. Come hang out.”
And so Sunday Leah and I went a-visiting, and our neighbor and her husband and their nine-year-old son took us out to their pasture where we all watched the two baby goats bounce around and play. It was a mild, spring-like day, and the goats were just as cute as could be...though I must say that it was one instance when I kind of wished my still pictures were accompanied by sound because baby goat bleating is about the most heartwarming thing you’d ever want to hear.
As I cropped and sized the baby goat picture to post here, it struck me what a human moment I’d seen between the adult goat and the baby.
I was reminded then of another “moment” picture I made recently in a Buddhist monastery in Seattle, an image of a Tibetan woman touching foreheads (a cultural gesture of peace and compassion) with a young monk.
Two photographs.
Two very different circumstances.
Yet so very similar.
Oh my!
Om Mani Padme Hum!
