Yesterday it rained. Today, the clouds set in. I ventured outside to see if I could capture the leftover raindrops. I did. I was successful.

I have a hack I use to get these photos. Said hack was lost. So I had to create another hack today. The photos I'm posting on the site are untouched. I figure it's best to leave them that way. It makes it that much more important to get the photo right. Or at least to get something that satisfies me.

I looked at the branches today, searching for raindrops and I came across this group. Like a fist. Like a wrench. I had to capture it. I thought I should've taken it with me. It's so small that it's hard to find again. But I figured it had as much of a right to hold on as I do. Why cut it loose?

It worked for seasons, possibly years, to get where it is. Why should I stop it now?

Then I thought about the state of things as they are. The political and racial temperatures. The moments I think about what's to come, what will happen over the course of the next five years. As I think about what's changed and what hasn't.

Normally, I would've posted it because there was water sitting within the branches but this time? The tiny mighty wood fists stood dry in their solidarity and I couldn't be more proud of them in their moment, reminding me to hold on.