When things seem cloudy and my brain is far off, I look at photos.
I recall all of the small, wondrous moments that I often overlook as mundane. I see them happening in real life but for some strange reason, looking at them through a lens makes me realize just how blessed they are. Perhaps because I pause to see the details, colors and subjects. Real life has me scurrying table to sink to dishwasher to minivan. No time for blinking, let alone pondering. I’m working to change that, diligently.
These photos are like tiny, captured bouquets of flowers. Instantly making me grateful and full of joy.