Thoughts about summer.

Once it hits full bloom it starts fading away. Peak moments are turning points, where you can start looking back over your shoulder and start wondering where it all went. Life is fleeting.

A “memento mori”

A reminder of the inevitability of death. Yet no sculls this time, just a moment of beauty, full of life, for the last time.

Ni mas - ni menos (no more - no less)