on impermanence

At some point last night or early this morning, yesterday’s daffodil bud burst its casing and bloomed. I have no idea exactly when it happened nor how long it took. I wish I had seen it. Perhaps I would have gotten bored watching it. Perhaps the process is too slow for the human eye to perceive. Yesterday’s bud is gone. I can never make that exact photo again. It is precisely this impermanence that motivates me. Nature is in a continuous state of unfolding. Never the same from one moment to the next. And yet always beautiful.

yellow daffodil (Narcissus)