The Dancer

The Dancer

I watched the wind violently blow this shell back and forth. I held my camera steady, waiting for stillness and became captured by this seed effortlessly holding on as she spun in the wind. As I edited this shot with beethoven filling my ears, it became clear that I was watching her move to the music.  Holding on to what she has known and seconds away from a new existence, there was no hesitation, no fear, only beauty and the twirling movements of her very own dance.

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