I went searching for something really inspiring to photograph and post. Looking for "big." Anything that would make the reader stop for a second in awe.
Where I found it was in "small." A tiny leaf making its way through pools reflecting a former life living high up on a tree. And its life to come as a soft place for, hopefully, fish eggs to nestle into and await the stirrings of life.
So many people rush by on the way to somewhere, looking for something big. I want to stop and look at the universe of the small. It feels like home here. And Mother Nature makes so much more sense in even the smallest of these small things.
I can't wait for the salmon to come. I may be dreaming and hopelessly hopeful. But I believe.
I believe good can come out of bad. That nature can recover and go on to be even better. That no matter how many times Mother Nature gets knocked down, she will stand back up again and say, "Not this time, there is too much life to live yet."