Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

This was the first poem I ever learnt by heart, when I was just a little kid, and it still resonates, sometimes in haunting whispers.

Sometimes I wonder if all of this photography and filmmaking isn't just a feeble resistance to all that's sinking in this our Eden: a futile attempt to capture the fading moments, the ephemeral beauty, the fleeting life. If I'm honest, perhaps I work to, in Dylan Thomas' words: 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light.'

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