Today’s set of photos is another reminder that my walks aren’t just for exercise, they’re also where my mind quietly starts talking. I went out with the intention of photographing nature in black and white again, and somehow I ended up reflecting on life the same way I always do.
The first flower I captured looked soft and dramatic in monochrome, and I even noticed a tiny insect sitting there like it owned the place. Moments like that make me pause. It’s strange how something as simple as a flower can pull old memories out of nowhere. It can instantly bring me back to a time, a feeling, or a version of myself I haven’t thought about in a while.
The leaves in these shots also felt symbolic to me. Some are patterned, some are worn out, some are torn, and some look smooth and calm. And honestly, that’s life too. Not everything stays “perfect,” and it doesn’t have to. Sometimes the marks, the holes, and the rough edges are what make the subject worth looking at.
I’m starting to notice that my photography posts are slowly turning into life-thoughts posts, and I think I’m okay with that. Walking gives me space to feel things, and I don’t want to suppress emotions when they show up. I’d rather let them flow than pretend they’re not there.
Maybe this is just my way of finding my way back to myself, one photo at a time.
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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