A sniper’s view.

This past week I was in a funk.

An I-can’t-do-anything-right-my-house-is-a-wreck-what’s-wrong-with-me-’cause-everything-seems-fine kind of funk. It’s pretty typical this time of year. The weather (oh, the weather), the letdown following the holidays, coupled with all that’s going on in the world makes for a real downer.

If we were filthy rich, this would be the time of the year I’d schedule a vacation to the Caribbean or somewhere with warm blue waters and lots of sunshine.

But we’re not.

So we can’t.

Instead, I did the next best thing, I got out of the house. A change of scenery, even if just down the road, does a body (and mind) good. I had a few errands to run, but afterwards my son and I headed to the top level of a parking deck in downtown Greenville, SC with our cameras in tow for a different perspective. A sniper’s view.

I handed my son my old camera, along with a few pointers, and let him have at it. I was trying out my new lens so I just took pictures of everything I could see. A sniper’s eye spy if you will.

(Look, I just broke the “Rule of Thirds” in photography…nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.)

A storm was headed in so we saw spied some beautiful clouds.

There’s Table Rock in the distance.

And steeples were everywhere to be seen.

Here’s another.And another.And a couple more.

I’d never noticed all of these before from ground level.

We saw antennas and satellite dishes.

Roof tops over busy people at work – or play.

A playground in the middle of it all.

Of course automobiles of all kinds were passing below.

I spy with my little eye something green.And something white.And something blue. Wonder what he’s haulin’? And a bright yellow taxi. Taxi! Can I get a lift to the Caribbean please?

As we were getting ready to leave I spied these feathered onlookers. They seemed curious. Keep to yourself you dirty little things.

We finished up and headed home and I with a bit better frame of mind. I know this post is a little boring, blah, nothing special, but I think it’s important to see that the world keeps on keepin’ on.

And I should too.

So, how do you get de-funkdefied? Is there a special place you go to clear the cobwebs? Does music help you through? Or do you have one of those fancy sun lamps?