Sometimes we miss the things that are closest to home. Sometimes because they are close they don’t seem as significant. Sometimes the simplest times are the best. I have to make myself take the time out and enjoy the things that are right in front of my face and are over looked so I can attempt to see what is far away.  These shots were taken on one evening drive through a local state park.

The mind that in anxious about the future is miserable.

 

Seneca