Along the Wasatch. Passing Through

Whispers Before the Wind - VI. Finale

I used to wonder if nature is chaotic or orderly. In truth, it’s a continuous dance between the two—and to find order, you have to join the dance.

I recently learned that nature is neither chaotic nor orderly; it's uses chaos as a tool to create order, and order as a framework that allows chaos to thrive. 

In other words, without chaos, nature would never be able to adapt to changes; without order, it would never be able to sustain life.

Generally, life is good.

 

What Remains - VI. Held by Time

Fragmented Solitude - VI. A Small Light

Two fragile daisies in the Wasatch mountains forest.

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I didn't realize it at first, but later I saw this image as wabi-sabi. In the bent stems, imperfect flowers, and delicate solitude, there is a quiet, fragile beauty.