'You can't force a thing to grow. You can't interfere with it. It's all hidden. It's all unseen. You just gotta wait til it pops up out of the ground. Tiny little shoot. Tiny little white shoot. All hairy and fragile. Strong enough. Strong enough to break the earth even. It's a miracle.'
Random thoughts about how much the little things shape the person you become. My mother affirms she has no artistic inclination but aside from her knitting skills I look back on the photographs she took when I was a child - it all brings to mind so many possibilities/ ideas.
Subconsiously it must have affected me, I recall a particular trip as a thirteen year old taking her Nikon camera and trying to photograph scurrying small animals, and a previous trip to Normandy the worry of not being able to manually rewind the film and having to get a teacher to sort it out.... I waffle in my wonderings