I love that in the midst of rebirth and spring, this lone tree is either sick, dying or just late to the game. As I was trying to get as much detail as possible from the clouds, I was messing with the luminance and saturation of colors. In Lightroom, the top slider is red. That’s as far as I got, because this looks hellish and awesome.
It’s June! Already! When I returned from England, my very ill father told me that from that point forward, my life would move much faster. He was right in one sense. I think the sense of speed comes from the amassing of memories. It feels faster as the years progress because our minds and hearts are full of milestones, detours, trials and stories. Each day we have more to look at, more to recall and the journey through this internal space stretches ever slightly longer. We recall in a time-compressed and time-shifted way; the rewinding and fast forwarding of our lives adds to the sense of speed.
Daily affirmation: Time passes. Don’t freak about this.