💌 Love Letters 💌 no.2

To March, with love

When Spring started popping up in random corners of my neighborhood, I accepted that March was here and pollen wouldn’t be too far behind. I blinked and suddenly the big tree in my front yard was covered in flowers.

For a week, I walked past a big, freshly bloomed, flower bush every day and kept telling myself to bring my camera and photograph it. A week passed, then two. Then the bush didn’t have flowers anymore.

Just leaves.

I missed the magic.

There’s something to be said about “waiting for later”. Time is a divine force, but not one that we get a say in, let alone any chance at controlling. We must act on dreams when they nag us. Ideas will only choose us for some time until they move on to someone else. It’s not personal, ideas just come to be made.

In this case, I missed my timing.

Maybe it would have been the greatest photograph of my existence. Maybe it would have been the kind of photograph that impacts an industry. Maybe it would have gone on to sell out the limited edition run I would have made. I’ll never know, because I waited too long. The flowers held on as long as they could, but I couldn’t stop Spring from springing.

Time doesn’t stop ticking just because we aren’t ready.

There’s a natural order for the way things have to happen. I think about jewelry that I save for special occasions that I never go to, or the fancy china my mom saves for guests we never see. I think about the happiness I tell myself I will feel when things aren’t as hard, but every day new problems bloom, and like the flower bush, I miss my chance at happiness.

The madness of March is that it blows in with the breeze, blooms for a week, and then keeps moving right into Summer. At least that’s what it feels like. I never want to be so caught up in life that I can’t walk 3 minutes back to my house, grab my camera, and stop to document the flowers.

The magic of March is that even though I missed the beautiful flower bush, what this taught me, impacts me forever. Life is too short to spend it waiting— things are going to happen when they need to, but you have to cooperate too. Flower bushes will bloom and the idea to photograph them will persist when it is time for you to do that.

Listen.

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Pockets of Spring