If I do the same walk over and over my brain tells me it’s boring, I’ve seen it all a thousand times. But this isn’t true. The walk is different every time. I’m different every time.
At this time of year of course it’s in your face different with the explosion of greenery on the trees and bushes, all the blossom, the wildflowers.
The whole walk is utterly fascinating if I just open my eyes. And getting disgruntled about the perceived need to go further to find new walks is bizarre.
The Obvious? 
Micro differences are always worthy of exploration. I find that when my human brain craves difference focusing on the aural as well as the visual can give it the succour it needs to stay put and view the differences with renewed attention.
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So true, and again at this time of year the amount and variety of birdsong is staggering.
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