Low light. No tripod.
It was easy to realize that the evening was ruined.
Still, we had a great walk on the beach. My wife and the kids did not worry about the lack of light. They were on holiday. They had their feet in the water. They were not worried about blurry pictures as I was.
So there we were – the same scene, but different feelings.
I think that life’s the same. It’s the framing that matters.
Remember the old poem –
Two men looked through prison bars,
One saw mud, the other saw stars…
So what’s your frame like today?