Some of you may already know that I have a crazy obsession/appreciation with lives that have passed their, in common views, "prime time" (see here and here).  This explains my collection of dry leaves, tree barks and flowers that's fallen from their stems.  While majority (if not all) of the world celebrates the birth of a baby, and new growth on a tree, I also appreciate that, with scars, bumps and bruises, a more mature life has a lot more stories to share with a much calmer demeanor.

Take this leaf for example, how do you define its "prime time"?  Had it not for the textures that come with the passing of time and the gifts of elements, would it have captured the light in such an interesting and beautiful way?  Maybe now is its best time? ;-)

Celebrate who (the heck) you are, every day of your life!  Let me know if you need help see the beauty you hold.