From time to time, I lament not going anywhere to take photos. I just run out of things to be creative with photographing around the house.

Then… then I have a day when I go, “I’d really like to have a photo of this to remember.” Or perhaps suddenly I see something in a way I never saw it before.

Yesterday was Easter, and as we usually do, my parents and I went to my brother’s house. (My husband had a show on Good Friday that pretty much rendered his flying down for Easter pointless. He could have made it, but… logically I felt it didn’t make much sense. It was our first Easter to NOT be together in 6 years.) Afterwards, we did something else that has sort of become a tradition… we just drove around my small hometown so I could take some pictures.

I’m all about photographing towns I visit, but I miss the beauty in the town I call my hometown.

Today, though, I embraced it… and garnered myself 84 photos added to Flickr. One thing I finally shot was the old grainery… the one I’ve been wanting to get photos of for about 8 years.

And then a look back at town from the railroad tracks…

Then over to the park on the edge of town…

 

Then finally, right in my parent’s backyard, a bush full of butterflies…

Nice to find beauty right where you are… Just think, where you are right now, someone else probably would travel to see. Why  not take a moment to see it through their eyes?