“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” Marcel Proust
Every weekday morning before I retired, I drove to school down the same country road. You won’t find my route in any guidebooks. It is just an ordinary rural asphalt passage through Northern New York State. But to me, it is very special. It is the beginning of all my journeys. It is the path that always welcomes me home.
Over the years, I have come to appreciate the things I see on this road as much as I have been thrilled by the sights I have witnessed in Paris or The Rocky Mountains or any place I have traveled.
I have learned to observe and appreciate. This practice has brought me great joy.
These pictures were all taken four miles from my home during various times of year. I invite all my readers to look and really see the interesting things just down the road. Take time to stop. You may discovery some pretty extraordinary things.
