Lately, I’ve been writing a lot about the photos I take, and I noticed something about my own posts, I keep describing the benefits more than the images themselves. And honestly, that’s not a bad thing.
There’s a quiet satisfaction I get from simply going out in the morning. The fresh air feels like a reset button. The streets are calmer, the trees look softer, and even the smallest corners of nature feel more familiar when I see them often. Photography gives me a reason to slow down, and slowing down gives me a reason to appreciate what’s already around me.
The funny part is… I wasn’t like this before.
Back then, I would walk with only one goal: take photos. I’d look for subjects, angles, and “good shots,” but I didn’t really feel the surroundings. It was as if I was collecting images instead of collecting moments. I didn’t realize that the most beautiful part of photography isn’t always the final picture, it’s the experience of being present while taking it.
Now, I enjoy the process more than the result. I notice patterns on leaves, the way light touches the ground, and how nature quietly exists without asking for attention. And when I do press the shutter, it feels like I’m sharing a small piece of that peace.
This simple shift gave me a better outlook in life. More gratitude. More patience. And somehow, a deeper love for photography, because it’s not just about capturing beauty anymore. It’s also about learning how to see it.
”To see in color is a delight for the eye, but to see in black and white is delight for the soul.”
