That's what photographers do.
We see something new, something that wasn't there yesterday, something that if you pass it by you'll never get a chance to see it again, and we stop, cross a busy highway, get down on our knees, take some photographs, and pray not to get hit by passing garbage trucks.
The next day, I saw Black Eyed Susans everywhere. At every turn, by every road, every fence line, and in a lot safer places to take photographs.
And they had probably been there for weeks and I had been too blind to see them.
Too stressed over day-to-day problems.
Too focused on things that really don't matter to look up and see the things that do.

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