is a pursuit of the fleeting moment something transforms from one seemingly perfect expression, to another. Time in the chrysalis. The moment a plum falls from the tree, too heavy from its fullness of juice and heavy pit. How it may or may not be taken up by a hungry squirrel - either way, becoming its next incarnation through animal or soil. How fleeting that moment of ideal readiness, and how close to rot! How delicate the balance is - the thrill of ultimate realization and the tumbling descent after a summit. The last fall explosion of nectar rich blooms in all its sweet floral plumes, only to age years in a day to reveal seeds for the future.