Found Along the Way Back

Found Along the Way Back

July 28, 2025 -Monday
After all, the true seeing is within.” ~ George Eliot
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This morning at the Krebs Lake dock, the sun climbed gently over the water, soft and golden — the kind of light that doesn’t shout, but whispers you back to life. I was standing there, as I do most mornings now, watching the day begin. That’s when I noticed them — a pair of sunglasses left behind on the weathered planks. In one lens, I saw the sunrise. In the other, my own reflection.

It felt like a quiet message — a moment of seeing clearly.

On the way home, I noticed the bench on the little manmade island at IG Levy Park. Just one. Empty. Waiting. It looked like it had a story to tell, too — maybe one of quiet goodbyes or peaceful pauses. It made me stop and breathe.

 

Then not far from home, I passed two old chairs left out by the road. Rusted. Worn. One was sitting on the other like they were hugging and maybe saying ‘goodbye’ to each other. And I realized something: I’m seeing stories again — not just things. These scenes aren’t posed, not planned, not photoshopped or filtered. They’re just... real.

And the truth is, a few months ago, I wouldn’t have noticed any of this. I was in a darker place — one where worry clouded everything. But lately, it feels like I’m coming back to life. Not all at once. Just a little more each morning.

Maybe that’s why people connect with my photos. They aren’t just pictures. They’re how I see — and how I feel. Maybe folks see their own stories in them. Maybe, without knowing it, I’m helping someone else feel a little less alone.

And maybe — just maybe — this is what I’m meant to do right now.