I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
Death is as much a part of life as living is.
In nature, in relationships, and in dreams there comes a time to make peace with what is and be willing to start a new chapter.
There is beauty in its finality and hope in its expression.
if the rain will ever come.
No water, no life. No blue, no green.
Summer draws to a close and seemingly everywhere the skies are filled with smoke from forest fires. Views like this one are fleeting, more often the mountains are hidden under a veil of smoke and ash.
Today more than ever it’s (almost always) about the water.