When I feel really lost, I find myself reaching for a camera to re frame my perspective. The weight of it in my hand steadies my heart. Looking for a story thru the viewfinder calms my mind. I seek connection. Following the light, I can’t help but notice the shadows and the beauty in the contrast.
I wonder about the people I see moving past me. Where are they headed? Where have they come from? Are they lonely? Are they joyful? Do they notice me and question the same?
We belong to each other. Ever the optimist, I still believe in this idea. I find proof of it in crosswalks and sidewalks. Compassion and empathy. It’s cold outside, but there is still warmth to be found.
We spend so much of our lives waiting. I’m fascinated by all that unfolds at a bus stop. There is so much complexity there….and hope. Lives are framed in crisscrossed steel posts. Light, shadow, reflection, connection, and wonder. My perspective shifts.
I’m drawn to the humanity unfolding around me on a city street. I can hear myself think. I find my inner compass.
How about you? Where do you find perspective? Where do you regain your sense of humanity? Laura