So I have noticed that height plays a huge part in how I see the world. Being of shorter stature leads me to look down and be a lot closer than those of greater stature. So I notice things low down very acutely.
This picture was taken at my favorite fall in the Columbia river gorge. It has obviously snowed, but I loved the play of moss and snow and rock, Rock that withstands the passage of time, moss that creeps horribly slow, and snow that was born of water, and will return, but that is wearing away at the stone beneath. The amazing juxtaposition of a fleeting moment, etching itself immeasurably in something we consider to be permanent.