Close Up

This week, discover the hidden details that can only be seen up close.

Wild flowers close to my Mum and Dad's place.

Wild flowers close to my Mum and Dad’s place.

One of the activities I was interested in when I bought a semi-decent camera was being able to take close-up photography. I don’t have a macro lens but this is high enough resolution so as to be able to see the colours and detail of these flowers that were taken on a walk to my parents’ house at about this time two years ago.

This is a walk I used to do every day as a kid when I used to take the dog on the same route (but in reverse) to my grandparents’ farm after school. I would go past the lake and across the fields, only touching one road to cross it. In the summer the fields would have been combined making it an easy journey.

Living in a relatively rural area I would see wild flowers every day. They are just part of the scenery. It can be easy to get so used to things that you don’t see the small details and perhaps even take them for granted. Not quite “familiarity breeds contempt”, but it’s getting close. We might miss that smell of fresh air, the sound of the birds or even the traffic, the feel of the rain, a smile. We might miss the hidden significance of the insignificant text message or tiny gift that might say more than the tangible. Similarly we can get used to things such as the convenience of the Internet or the friendship and support of the people around us.

Here’s three cheers to the small things that can make all the difference.

Late night, come home.
Work sucks, I know.
She left me roses by the stairs;
Surprises let me know she cares.

All The Small Things by Blink 182

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