I don’t know why, but lately my eyes and my heart have been restless.
The old haunts that used to be such good places for snapping photos and dreaming? The woods? The river? The mountain trails I love? Now they feel worn-out, matted down. Tracked over by too many footprints.
Maybe it’s all the change: in the past year, I’ve built a completely different little universe for myself. I have new friends, a new career and a great many new goals. It makes sense that I’d want to point my lens in a different direction, too…
Pack my camera, buy a ticket to the other side of the world and just disappear.
But I’m learning, slowly, that sometimes the newness I crave isn’t a matter of place but a matter of focus.
Maybe I don’t need a new horizon.
Maybe I just need new eyes.
Maybe I could look at the same old everyday things and, with a little a twist of the lens, see something totally new: