Photography, at its best, lets you — it lets you press pause on the busy rush of it all. It lets you capture the little moments of quiet power and, in this case, it lets you take home a piece of wilderness that will never try to fit in or smooth out its rough edges for anyone. So here it is, in all its weathered, wild glory. A small reminder that the world is full of this wonderfully wild beauty.
Maybe that’s lesson — that strength isn’t about smooth edges or flawless curves. It’s about enduring through the weathering, embracing the scars and edges as part of what makes the whole more beautiful.
Maybe, like nature, we can find beauty in resilience, in staying grounded while the world shifts around us. Maybe?!
