I’m not sure if it’s only me, but photography really feels therapeutic. There’s something calming about going for a walk with no big expectations—just moving forward, breathing, and letting my eyes wander until something quietly pulls my attention.
Today, that “something” was a simple subject: a snail shell resting on the ground. It’s funny how an ordinary object can suddenly look like a small work of art when you slow down enough to notice it. The curves, the stripes, the subtle texture—everything feels more intentional when framed through a lens. In one scene it sits among grass and tiny leaves, almost blending in like it belongs there. In another, it rests on rough concrete and pebbles, and the contrast makes it feel even more dramatic.
Maybe it’s the walking that relaxes me, but I also think it’s the act of photographing itself. When I take photos, my mind naturally lets go of stress and anxieties. I stop overthinking and start observing. It’s like my thoughts get quieter the moment I focus on light, shadows, and composition. And in black and white, that calmness feels even stronger—like the distractions disappear and only the essentials remain.
Photography helps me feel grounded. It reminds me that nature and everyday life are full of details worth appreciating, even in the simplest places. And sharing these moments with the community makes the experience even more meaningful.
Have a good day ahead.
”To see in color is a delight for the eye, but to see in black and white is delight for the soul.”
~ Andri Cauldwell
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