Snapped

"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy,
If a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you,
If the simple things in nature have a message you understand,
Rejoice, for your soul is alive."
-Eleanora Duse, Italian actress 1858-1924

My mother requested me to add another memory from the trip where we supposedly enquired about Tip O' Neill.
A gathering of very, very old and impossibly wrinkled men in equally ancient cloth caps were propping up a wall on Main street, enjoying an enviably slow and peaceful life of which the pub and cows, no doubt, were the main concern. It looked like a scene from an Irish postcard.
This was a rare holiday for us and so it was essential to record every little detail on film. When the sharp old fellows realised that their photograph was being taken, one of them announced matter-of-factly to his friends in a thick, rural Irish accent, "they're shnappin' us."
Shnappin' them, indeed. I would surely like, somehow, to live the type of life that tourists would be inclined to photograph for the album and snap for posterity.