Sometimes when I am in a so-so or even a bad mood I would grab my camera and go on a picture hunt. Provided I have the time, of course. Usually I come back with at least one or two keepers, and also with more peace and quiet in my heart.
One day it dawned on my why that is. Our world is such a rich buffet of variety, and whenever I fail to see it's beauty, what would be more logical than to venture out with the deliberate intent to find it? The world has never disappointed me, even on a rainy day. (Thanks to the universe I now have a camera that won't have a nervous breakdown at the sight of a few drops.)
So is it my shifted attitude or the reward in pictures that restores the peace? Probably both since the pictures help me to focus on the magic and to block out everything unwanted. ;-)))
