Out hiking and coming upon a painterly display of lichen on a rock face reveals an impossibly long evolution of change— a palette of vibrant colors on a natural canvas that quietly emerges over tens of thousands of years to degrade hard rock.
A well-aged stone fence, witness to history, transcends its function and invites a reverence for its graceful beauty.
We love fresh, blooming flowers, the joy they elicit, and the occasions they often mark when cut and arranged. Yet when they begin to fade and dry, a certain vulnerability and beauty emerges in a repurposed life that can continue to bring us joy.