What always pleases me is how a familiar path brings something fresh and new. Sometimes I wonder if it’s really new or if my perceptions are different. Stumbling upon the Indian Paintbrush, prevalent on the trail, I was, as usual, struck by its dazzling color. It seemed to cry out “Look at me” and as I took a moment to soak it in, I was suddenly aware of its gracefulness and softness. How had I missed that innumerable times before? It gave me a warm smile as I returned on the trail, thinking about how people’s accouterments may be reaching out to us in the same way, but how we often miss the complex and diverse beauty that is within. Taking nature photos has taught me how to look more carefully at everything—and everyone.