Back in February, I found this set of railroad tracks. If you know me, you know I'm obsessed with them. I don't know why... I don't know what the correlation is with them or why they're so special to me. I just know I have to take pictures of them every time I see them. Or I mark where I was and go back and take it.
In this case, I wasn't supposed to be down this road. Clearly ....with the sign that said "local traffic only" but as it happens, I'm local. I consider myself local everywhere.
So I'm out a few weeks ago and I set out for what I now call my "spot." I get there and I haven't seen it all summer. It's lush and beautiful, green.
Same place, different time.
Isn't it funny how we find ourselves in the same place, but in a different time and see things anew? See a person, a situation, a place, ourselves differently than we did before? Just the turn of a season and there's something new.
I plan to head back there as the season changes the colors of the leaves. I plan to get back there when it snows. But for me, it has a different meaning. It has a special place of being able to see the beauty in things no matter the time or the state. For me, it's a reminder to look for the beauty in the moment no matter what the season.
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.
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