This photo popped up in a folder today, forgotten until now. The moment I looked at it, I felt like I was looking into my soul. Like I had parted the blinds and was looking out into the big unknown. What seems like so little is honestly so much. The colors are a wash of blues and grays, but the content is ME. The smooth, even-tempered surface of the water, the occasional floating water weed constantly shifting it’s place in the universe of the lake, the cypress trees always standing watch like sentinels, and the horizon, building with energy and motion.
It gave me both a peek into the world and myself. Too often I forget that my very self is reflected in what I see. And what I might otherwise dismiss, is breathtaking if I take the time to look.