It’s baffling to me that something tiny enough to fit in my closed fist already carries everything it needs to become a massive oak. It too much to take in, an entire galaxy in the pin point prick of a star. And yet all the greatest achievements were at first only a speck, a wish, a dream. A bird growing inside the egg, waiting with tight, folded wings.
One Thousand Words
“It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter.” -Alfred Eisenstaedt All I’m saying is Alfred Eisenstaedt probably didn’t have an […]