I read a magazine article recently about a photographer who was asked what he was doing lying on his side outdoors. The photographer held up his camera and said, “I’m taking photos.” The traveler looked around at the dry brush and ugliness surrounding them and said, “Of what?” The photographer said, “Of God.”
This is where I live.
I find it hard to be indoors.
So do they…
I know what that photographer meant. I feel the same way.
Do you, too?