I realize I have taken a shot of this steeple before. Today, it caught my eye out the window of the zumba classroom my daughter and I were in. I actually stopped to shoot before the light faded away, because it would have been too dark by the time the class finished.
I wonder what it means that I now stop what I’m doing to take photos of “beauty” when I see them? I used to have to think about it and look for it all day. Now, it just seems to be there all the time.