A Winter's Morning and We See What We Want to See by me.
Hello and happy Friday friends! This past Wednesday I decided to break tradition (the tradition of always wanting to be warm and comfortable) and popped outside to take a few photos as the sun was beginning to light the morning sky. It was so beautiful out (albeit cold) so I ended up only taking a handful of shots before my fingertips were frozen solid. I honestly have no idea how I survived growing up in places like Montana and Minnesota as a kid — I'd positively die trying to make it through a winter there now (kudos to those of you in cold cold places...you are my heroes).
In any case...I've been thinking a lot recently about how the photos that I am most inclined to take are so often very close up. And honestly for a while I thought that maybe that meant that I was a "bad" wannabe photographer (which made me blue). But then I realized the other day (light bulb moment), that I take photos exactly how I want to see the world...tiny snippets of beauty found in the most ordinary and unexpected places (like in a clump of dead weeds or at a strip-mall). That brightened my day right up and I now feel a renewed sense of hope for my future photo taking quests — even if I do still have to wait until my fingers thaw before I can venture out again. xo Ez