Though I am always in haste, I am never in a hurry. – John Wesley
This small star-shaped flower with the lime-green center reminded me of how closely I studied details of nature when I was a child. Ants climbing a stem, clouds floating across the sky in picture-patterns, birds chirping on some faraway treetop. Nothing was safe from my curiosity.
Somewhere along the way, I lost that childlike wonder–until I discovered photography eight years ago. I wonder, what have you passed by this week in your rush to be somewhere? Remember, for every hurried step there’s a sacrifice.