9.26.22 // Time

Time.
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She is a funny thing, isn't she?
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Slow when you're waiting for water to boil, fast when you're with people you love and in places, you never want to leave, but regardless of how you notice her, time is always moving forward. She stops for no one.
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Our most valuable resource and our most precious. Time is taken for granted, often wished away, and it isn't until we have little time left that we grasp it with slippery fingers, realizing the value of something so simple and yet so complex.
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Time's representation and manifestation is the key to the door of our very existence, our grounding in reality, our proof that somehow we won the universal lottery and ended up being here, breathing here, loving here.
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Time pulls us into her warm embrace for each moment. And while she doesn't slow down for anyone, she carries you forward with grace if you'll let her, if you'll see her, if you'll celebrate her, if you won't fear her passing.
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These photos were taken during the same month of two very different years. The same beautiful church I can't seem to pull myself away from, and the mountains I'm even more magnetically drawn to standing firm in the background, but who I am in each place in time are drastically different.
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All photos of wonder, excitement, and love to be in a place where my heart feels so full, but where from one year to the next I am genuinely different in my being, through to almost the core.
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But you wouldn't know that at a glance, because time is funny in who, how, and what she ages. Often most evident on the skin that holds us in, the changes inside with the passing of time are far more exponential if we compare to who we once had been.