Cycles
For many spring is a time of new growth, release from the hardships of winter and anticipation of the warmth to come.
For some it is the all too brief, ending too soon with their failing to grasp life.
A few days later, this little one was host to a myriad of other creatures only born because of it’s death.
There are often reminders of the fragility of life around spring time and through to summer.
Flowers come and all too quickly go, newborn animals that don’t make it, leave sad reminders for us in their wake.
I have always been drawn to this cycle, aware of it or not.
Everything is slave to cycles. Nothing stays the same.
We can embrace that rhythm or fight it, but it goes on regardless.
This also takes the form of growth triumphing, but as part of the cycle of decay for something else
I think photography has given me a tool to deal with this cycle of life, when I may have avoided it otherwise.