Photography helps me to embrace winter.
Yesterday late afternoon, I was lying down on ice-covered pavement, where I found this fallen leaf. From that angle, I noticed that the tattered leaf seemed to cradle the sun. To me, that’s magic.
It’s also a metaphor for being human: We’re small, imperfect, and frayed, yet we have big reach—our actions radiate in ways we can’t imagine.
We’re all tired. It’s (another!) pandemic winter. But our lives aren’t meaningless.
We might be the sun for another person.
And we might not know who that person is.
So we keep doing the good that’s right in front of us, even if it feels small.
