Shot with my Hipstamatic for iPhone
Lens: John S
Flash: Off
Film: Ina's 1969
The view from my back yard. That hideous tangle of power lines gives me a jolt of annoyance every time I look out my back window. Or it used to.
Enter a houseguest, visiting from one of the flatter states. She and I were standing on my back patio, and just as I had opened my mouth to apologize for living in an old neighborhood with ugly, exposed power lines (when so many of the surrounding neighborhoods have buried lines), she said:
"Look at that view! I'd love to have such gorgeous mountains right in my back yard. You are so lucky."
My mouth snapped shut.
Of course. It really is a stunning view. My focus has been all wrong.
It's my choice to look past the ugly and drink in the beauty just beyond, rising majestically in the distance.
Journaling Prompt
What areas of your life could use a new view? Have you had a recent epiphany that changed your perspective about the blessings in your life? What ugly scenes, memories, and moments have hidden beauty looming behind them, if you'd only open your eyes and see? Take a moment to write about it.
