I am wondering and genuinely interested in what this photo brings up from deep inside of you.
I took this photo, I was there, that is my hand, I saw this tree and it’s glorious autumn leaves with my own eyes. This photo means something to me.
I was reminded by one of Gwen Bell’s old posts that I am more inspired by what a photo brings up for you as opposed to what you think about the photo.
Does it bring anything up for you? Does your mind shift to memories of a similar tree you once saw? Or a particular time in your life?