In that one moment, when I turned the corner and noticed a breeze in the canyon the streets make, I noticed a flash of color. A fabric flower, discarded, was picked up by the breeze and tossed down the city street.
It was incongruous all on its own–a piece of pink fabric in a sleepy downtown city street. The pink petals lost the lift of the breeze and settled on a eucalyptus tree branch. It was a perfect moment–a flower on a green tree against a white block fence.
I took the photo knowing that I was caught in a special moment. In another minute, the flower would be shaken out of the tree by another breeze. It might be blown into a pool, or run over by a car. But in that one instant in time, I could witness this temporary tree in fantasy bloom. We all need such moments.
—Quinn McDonald is a creativity coach who teaches creative problem solving and healing trauma through poetry. She also takes photos of the Invisible, Visible World.