Art is never finished only abandoned
Leonardo Da Vinci
I miss the days of finding beauty all around, like a fallen leaf in the shape of my heart.
I miss the days when light felt like it seeped in from another world, soft and pure.
I miss the days when the colours of the Autumn leaves felt like a painting, and my camera was the brush needed to capture it.
Most of all I miss the days of creating images I was the only one to see.
How about you dear friend, what are you missing?