A full moon rises over the grassy hills on a silent night. No wind and just light clouds. The sun sets, the moon rises and spring finds it’s way.
Even with a precarious grip we can keep hanging on.
Watching and observing as early morning light breaks through the trees.
Observation seems a lost skill in a world where words now speak louder than action.
Much smaller than the leaves on this tree a Female White-Necked Jacobin puts proportion in perspective….. how can something so small can leave an impression so large.