Many things too quick for me--and I don't mean my daughters' sense of humor. I mean the quick little creatures--and some not so quick, but quicker than my hand and little pink camera can capture. For example, "Go to the ant thou sluggard and be wise." Fairly quick to say, but those little creatures can move fast, especially when their anthill has been disrupted. Here's the best I could do to cover an ant disaster:I saw two wasps wrestling (or something) on the sidewalk. And as often as I tried, I could never get a good picture of those worker bees in the purple flowers.
Then there was the snake Sadie was playing with, which could have made an interesting photo, if I hadn't been panicking. Sadie also likes to play with grasshoppers, which don't panic me but they do escape quickly. Squirrels that have staredowns with Sadie bolt when my camera comes out. As do the birds. The geese have started their flyovers. The few yellow and white butterflies still fluttering are hard to catch, for all that flutter is slower than zoom.
I walk by the pond several times a day, and each time it is different and I try to capture its beauty, the shimmer, the reflections, the mist. For several weeks there has been one duck in the pond. At first I thought it might be a decoy, as it seemed stuck in the middle, but hard to photograph at a distance. Then I thought, as it moved a little, perhaps a mechanical duck installed to entertain the residents at the Vistas. Yesterday, though there were three ducks, paddling like little steamboats, patterns of ripples.
The gibbous half moon I can capture only when it is out in the daylight, and the stars I can enjoy, not photograph. I try for the fleeting sunrises and sunsets, which, while I'm rarely successful, are nourishing to the spirit.
I guess not everything needs to be captured and stuck in a scrapbook.