Giving you (and me) as much of the magnolia as possible, within the square space of the viewfinder, is the challenge. The first rush of pinkness snaps my mind into a wordless, hungry place – wanting to swallow the tree whole, if that were possible. It is love at first sight, over and over again.
But, you can’t make a friend that way, even if you’ve met your soulmate. The mystery of the Other is just too infinite to ever be consumed. I think if you were to meet this tree in person, here is where you’d say, “Hello.”