I can look at life in a small snapshot or in a long telephoto lens. But I have to know that I am looking. I am looking wistfully. Lovingly. Appreciatively. The circumstances will dictate which vantage point I take.

If I don’t view life this way, life has a tendency to steamroller you, to crush you under its immense weight. You’re barely there. You’re barely enjoying the ride. As they say. Really, you have no choice but to view life in these terms, so it seems. It’s the range from the very small to the very big, and anywhere in between, I guess.