Our Internal Camera

On our walk this morning I was looking at the way the sun filtered through the trees and found myself wanting to capture it in a photo, but quickly realized that the camera would never hold that image the way my mind would. I love taking photos and don’t expect I will ever stop, but lately I have realized we hold so much more of what is around us by using our senses. Our eyes see things that the lens can miss and then you add the scent and sounds that create the whole experience. Sometimes on our walks the beauty is so much more than just the image my eyes see, it is the feel of the breeze on my skin, the scent of the grass or the trees, and the sounds of animals as they search for their breakfast.

I am in awe of the simplicity and peace that time in nature provides for my soul. Some of the best memories of my life have been made when outside, away from people. Thinking back I can still remember the first time I walked through massive fir trees in Vancouver, the time spent climbing boulders and wading through a stream in Tennessee, and the bliss of sitting on the beach to watch the sun break the sky one Christmas morning. I have photos from these experiences, but none of those photos hold a candle to the memories my internal camera created.

Taking time to absorb our environment, to imprint the memories into our brain and our souls is important. We rush and hurry so often that we don’t take time to actually let the important parts of life sink in. Stop and make memories. Create the life you want. Break the cycle of busy and chaos. It is possible even though it isn’t easy. I’m still figuring out how to break it, but I know I will because life isn’t meant to be lived on a hamster wheel. Our time is precious, create memories. Use your internal camera and capture the good, hold on to it and open those memory files often.

Much love!

Published by: nakedfeethappygirl

Not a fan of shoes. Love trails, painting, the sky, Dr. Who, Sherlock, and my little spotted dog. Founding member of Team FlashFoot. Obsessed with taking photos of the sky and flowers. Would rather be working in the yard than in a group of people. Sundays are made for margaritas.

Categories UncategorizedLeave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s