After way too long, I finally developed that roll of film. It had been so long that I’d forgotten what was on it. What long-forgotten scene had I captured? Would I need to rack my brain to remember the date and location information? It turns out that there was no need to worry. Because I discovered some forgotten beauty on that roll of film.

I discovered visual slices from my long-ago everyday; from the colorful beauty of quiet interior scenes…a bouquet of flowers captured over a year ago…the glow of sun-drenched tree branches outside my window…

…to the wild beauty of the verdant outdoors.

And, yes, I had only a vague idea where I had captured these outdoor scenes, but it hardly matters.

What matters most is what I was thinking when I raised the camera to my eye, what I’m always sensing when I raise the camera to my eye: the urge to document the beauty my eyes see, the beauty my heart feels.

-Eyes wide open, Chinwe