When I returned to lower Michigan after 5 weeks traveling through the mountains and forests of the Pacific Northwest, I was fearful. I thought I would be bored and disappointed when I took my camera out to photograph my dot on the map. Not so, folks.
I went out one morning last week, and again one evening with my foto friend, Julie. I found more simple beauty than I’ll ever be able to capture. On our way home from visiting granddaughters last night I passed by hundreds of beautiful frames glowing in the evening sun. How could I ever get bored?
Do I see this beauty simply because I know it and love it? Maybe.
The greatest sorrow would come from not seeing what is there for me to behold. I think I can see the beauty with my lens because I know the heady scents, recognize the sweet sounds, and feel the sun and breeze against my bare skin. I know each season intimately.
I hope I never grow tired of that which is so much a part of me. I will continue to travel to places of great beauty but always want to return to the dot on the map I call home.
You can find similar sentiment at “the hour of soft light“.