As I was walking home from work through Central Park, I was walked by this guy with a HUGE camera lens. He had the lens pointed up at some buildings. Whenever I see people with these HUGE lenses I always wonder what they are looking at because I sure couldn't see anything from where I was. As I passed the guy, I was looking up in the same direction his camera was pointed trying to see what he was taking pictures of.
"I wish I could look in his camera to see what is so great."
"Want to see?"
Of course I did! So, thinking that I would just see some cool architecture, I looked in. To my surprise that HUGE lens got right up close to a HUGE hawk sitting on a building ledge. With my naked eye I could only see a black speck, but with this lens I was able to make out individual feathers. It was so neat.
I talked with the guy for a few minutes, and told him that my husband and I were hawk enthusiasts, but did NOT tell him that we indirectly contributed to one's death (RIP Hawk).
In the midst of our conversation he said something very prophetic. He said:
right in front of them and where they are going
that they fail to look up and see the beauty."
The following day on my walk home, I saw this photographer again in a different part of the park. I stopped by and introduced myself as the girl he met yesterday who he let look through his lens. He once again, he let me look through his camera. This time the lens magnifyed the hawk sitting on a giant nest that rested on a decorative element above a window.
We talked for a half an hour or so about life, hawks, and central park. I thoroughly enjoyed talking to him, gaining a greatly perspective on each of the topics we discussed.
If I were living anywhere else I would be driving to and from work, being totally isolated from anyone else, never being able to have a nice conversation with a stranger I randomly bumped into.