Time and Trees
Sunday is meant to be the day to rest, Instead the day was full of things. Things I wanted to do - or needed to? Time was flying. And everything felt a little rushed. Even the little walk through the forest with my Mom. Only now, looking back at this picture I remember , standing underneath those trees. Silence around. And I wanted to stay there. Only for a little while. Not doing anything, Then the moment was gone and I pressed the shutter. Moving on. The trees probably didn't notice.
E-M10 Mark III