Photography: Viewing Life with the Eyes of a Child (Post #1)


We don’t always get to the mountains.  We don’t always get to the gardens either.  Sometimes, we do what we can.  With school being out, we’ve been trying to do a little spring cleaning, which I hope gets rid of more of the clutter that we’ve collected over the school year.  Seeing as we were going to be stuck home, we dug in and worked hard.  Later that afternoon, we had an appointment.  On the way home, I could not resist the urge to see some green.  We turned into a small park with a large patch of grass and two soccer fields.  It wasn’t much, for sure – but still, nature is lurking around every corner.


I am sure if anyone passed us by they would have thought we were crazy.  Fine, the two little ones were sane, they were running around with their arms extended and racing imaginary airplanes.  Sometimes they were just running crazily with the breeze blowing in their hair and yelling as if they were trying to scare away all of the crickets.  The rest of us (who have been bit by the photography bug) were perched precariously over dandelions and small flowers hiding in the grass taking pictures.  The park was completely empty save ourselves and several birds perching on tall grasses further away.  They clung to the branches of small trees and sung out to one another.  For the time being, no one else noticed.


Further in the distance, thunder was rumbling.  We have an app on my phone that shows how far lightening is away from you and we left not long after, but it was soothing to hear it further in the distance and feel the rain in the air, even before it had fallen.  So that day, was definitely a simpler day for us… but one that exposed beauty that truthfully, most of the time we would walk on past.


Its a shame really, forgetting how to see things the way the kids see them – not reminding ourselves to slow down and breathe the air less forcefully.  If you don’t believe me, see what happens when a child goes outdoors.  They will pick little wildflowers, kick dandelions, perch over a moving anthill.  And all I can think is that I have never grown up.  I still enjoy paying attention to the small things.  It’s just amazing what you can see.  So today I shall show you my slowed down version of life – peering at dandelions in a soccer field.  If you saw the field, you would say it was an ordinary field… but for me, it is crawling with beauty.


(c) Sumyanna 2017


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8 Comments Add yours

  1. leigha66 says:

    You have shared more truly beautiful photos… I just love the one that has the one seed directly on top.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      So glad you liked them Leigha! I have one more post to share for that day, but have been taking so many photos lately – phew! That one was my favorite as well. So incredibly delicate!

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  2. Pete Hillman says:

    Wonderful images, Sumyanna! I adore wild flowers! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you Pete. I do too. There’s just something about beauty struggling to exist where (1) most people don’t appreciate it and (2) it is least expected.


  3. Lovely photos and very nice sentiment. One very nice perk of growing old(er) is that there are less demand on your time, but you still need to remind yourself to stop and see what’s there.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      So very true. I seriously need to remind myself, but my children always remind me anyway. It is so much nicer when you can slow down.


  4. Looks so pretty! Love the soft focus used xx

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

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