i waited three weeks for a white sky so i could photograph my neighbor’s fan palms on a white background. it was worth the wait. in fact it was worth the trip, that made for the conditions, that made such a wait possible. we have moved from a life of several important decisions an hour, to one in which a week of waiting for the right sky does not feel like an extravagance. i like both lives. but i couldn’t live either one exclusively.
european fan palm