Saturday morning, I awoke to another thunderstorm (we've been having a lot lately) and decided I could sleep in a bit longer. By mid morning the rain had stopped and the sun had come out. I decided to walk to the west side of town to get some pictures of the wildflowers, but got sidetracked along the way. I think it was probably 30 - 40 minutes before I even left the yard. Sometimes it amazes me of all the beauty and diversity in our own backyard.
Finally I set out down the road to get to my original purpose. I stopped several more times along the way to capture a few glimpses of nature that caught my eye. It occurred to me that this little photo excursion was a lot like life - often times the journey, the process, is more important/meaningful than the destination. Even though I was on a time schedule, I wasn't going to pass up these shots in exchange for the expectations I had for the final destination. For all I knew, the journey's end would be a fruitless endeavor. I was reminded to look for meaning and significance in the everyday, the commonplace. For without the process, without the mission of seeking the destination, or even without the mundane along the way, the final goal would not be as fulfilling. It is the journey, not the end, that defines the experience. On the other hand, depending on how you look at it, the end of the line is ultimately what matters. And in that sense, it truly is our final destination that defines us.
Hope you enjoyed the view through my lens!
