The day before I made this photo, I walked past this tree six times and didn’t really notice it. It was just a boring tree in a field.
It wasn’t until the fog came and obscured the landscape that the tree showed me it’s beauty. Unable to distinguish anything else, the simple outline of the tree branches came into view – mystical, ghostly, and ethereal.
Sometimes in order to really see, we need to prevent ourselves from seeing anything but the beauty that is there, plainly visible in front of us. Block out the other things, and focus on what is good and beautiful.
Now that the fog showed me how, perhaps I can learn to do it on my own.