I grew up in a house where the walls held the stories of my dad's greatest adventures.

If there's a mountain in the Rockies he and his faithful golden didn't climb, I've yet to find it. I remember on family vacations how, while the rest of us dashed ahead, he'd hang back, crouching down to capture the petals of a certain flower just so. It took me a long time to realize, but he was teaching us how to look. 

These days, life comes at ya fast. We're so busy, always, with the next person, the next place, the next ding. It's so easy to pass through it all without actually seeing any of it. So, the challenge becomes: What happens if you just...look?

Here's what I see.