My camera holds, count them, 14 pictures. I love trying to find the best shots because of that. Sometimes I’ll take a pic 5 or 6 times to get good lighting etc. Sometimes I will look at them, and delete them not really knowing what they will look like on something bigger that a 1 and a half inch screen. When I am walking the dog however I don’t have time for doing that. Many times I will just put the timer on, set the camera down without really looking where it’s aimed, and walk away. More often than not these turn out better than anything I ponder over. This is kind of the way I have been trying to live my life. Just do what feels right, most times what feels right, is. Even the times that it doesn’t seem that way, if you give things enough time to develop, even the things that seemed wrong in the moment really weren’t. They just didn’t follow your plan…
Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.
~ John Lennon
I’m smiling in this one because we both almost fell on our faces 2 seconds before this snapped. The chunk of ice we were standing on broke lol. That would have been the best pic of the day…
There is no wind at all on our walk today, but you can see the trees have seen plenty of storms…
“you feel like a candle in a hurricane, just like a picture with a broken frame. alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight, but you’ll be alright, you’ll be alright. Cause when push comes to shove you taste what your made of you might bend till you break cause it’s all you can take. you get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off then you stand!”
— Rascal Flatts
“The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
— Robert Frost
Peace, Love, and (sun) Light ❤ p4th3TiC