I think it was a horse that passed this way. It was on the concrete path, an invitation for a photo. It could have been a cow, but their traces are usually flat and in the fields being the foundation for homeless flies. The nice thing about this is that neither the horse, or even a cow, would feel guilty about it. It is a natural process in life. The hay and grass they eat must go somewhere eventually. I did not feel guilty about taking the photo: worse things have been given prizes at exhibitions.
At my age I no longer bother about guilty feelings, why should I. Do I feel guilty that I am now sitting outside on the porch with my computer writing and enjoying the nice sunny weather. I could be shopping, doing housework, there is always something to do. Actually I wanted to go somewhere with my camera, but I slept too long after dinner and it would be too much stress.
Someone has discovered that shopping in the afternoon would be more comfortable than in the morning. There are not so many people, but for me it would be an inconvenience and more stress. I might have more time in the morning, but not less to do. It would just be a shifting of responsibilities and packing more into the afternoon as well as dealing with the normal daily chores in the morning. Afternoon is me time, the few hours when I do what I want to do and when I want to do it. Definitely not rubbing shoulders with other housewives in the local supermarket and using up any spare time I might have. Or should I feel guilty about that.