in all of its forms.
No water, no life. No blue, no green.
Sylvia Earle
There’s something magical about dew soaked landscapes in the early hours of sunrise.
A single leaf becomes a canvas for nature to paint on.
For me it’s almost always about the water. Where it falls, how it sounds, the taste of it, the feel of it, the smell of the earth after a rain.
Life affirming.
Drink it in.
it's (almost always) about the water... 