The hardest part is that I’ll never get to see the full masterpieces all these moments I’ve shared are adding up to – I get so intoxicated, so wildly enthralled in what is being created, but I don’t get to stick around for the long exposure, for all the layers, for all the edits and additions. All this time I’ve learned, it’s the right things always at the wrong times. It’s rushed, I’m moving too fast
Timing is everything
The fucking trees know this from the minute they feel the second warm touch after winter.
They fucking know as they begin to change, and we only know after we marvel at their colors.
They fucking know it, you fucking know
If you’re reading this it’s too late