I take ridiculous amounts of the same type of photograph.

I think that we all probably do this, and today it has grown more pervasive with the advent of smartphones. We’ve gotten to the point where we attend to life events and don’t experience it through our own eyes; we frame everything through the electricity of a miniature screen. It’s a bit of a side tangent, but I find this behavior a bit worrisome. And I do it just as much as you.

I because that the bulk of our life’s work is attempting to capture in relative perpetuity those things that we love most. It’s a fool’s errand, but we strive to keep these moments fresh in our hand, like those seconds after you first capture a butterfly or spring peeper. Those brief moments before your palms start to sweat and the vibrancy contained within begin to fade. We are addicts of newness.

Maybe I love the high up horizon because it always means that I am going somewhere. I love  when we can live in literal meaning while conducting our lives. I really am going somewhere right now- in the figurative and literal sense. Way up here, you are small, and yet you are the exact same size as you are when back on the ground.

Maybe too I like to take these photos because they help to put me in perspective. I can tell you that I am at my best when I don’t believe myself to be the center of the universe, and instead can simply be in love with the fact that I get such a great view.

People tell me all the time that I travel a lot. That I am always on the go. You may or may not believe it, but this observation always takes me by surprise. I never premeditate any of my actions (I don’t think that any of us really do), but maybe like a kid reflexively snatching creatures out of nature, my body just gravitates towards existing in these humble perspectives.

Of course, I rather like the view from here too. Very much so. Sometimes it’s a good thing to not feel so small. I think they call that balance.