I saw a patch of Black Eyed Susans on the side of the road the other day and decided to stop and take some photographs.
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.