Behind the Lens

Every now day holds differing amounts of pain and healing, progress and backsliding, acceptance and anger. However, yesterday was the day that I picked my camera back up again. It was nice to be reminded of the pleasure there was still to be found in little things that once held obvious and anticipated excitement for me. But nothing compared to the unexpected freedom that I found in the forced perspective of the tiny viewfinder, setting my sights on only what was right in front of me (and never mind the other baggage I always manage to fog up my attempts at happiness with). There are truly some beautiful things there to see.