“It’s not what you look at that matters . . . it’s what you see.”
Henry David Thoreau
Everywhere I look there is a picture. A picture of a child picking up a bug. A child hugging his mommy. A child with a dirty face. I am learning how to “see” things I didn’t used to see.
Afton was nervous about the dog. Her kind cousin knelt down beside her and comforted her. It doesn’t matter that we can’t see his face. We can see his name and his body. We can see little Afton’s hands tightly clinging to his shirt. Talmage is looking straight ahead . . . he is not distracted by anything. It seems that his only focus is to comfort and reassure his little cousin.
The more I can see a story in the photograph, the more often I remove the color. I find more interest in black and white photographs when a tiny tale is unfolding.
“I want to be kind to everyone. For that is right you see.
So, I say to myself, remember this: Kindness begins with me.”