In this fleeting hour when light turns liquid gold, I found myself drawn to capture the tender dialogue between what we build and what grows wild around us. There is something profound in this dance—how we construct our shelters, our ordered lives, yet nature continues her ancient choreography, weaving through our careful plans with such effortless grace.
This is my offering to the eternal conversation between human hands and nature's heart—may we always remember we are gardeners in each other's stories.
Rodeyo
