I sit here and think about the beauty is waiting to be realised in an unstyled tree. How one cut can ruin the entire design and how it can crush you. A roll of film that gets spoiled before it's developed. I sit here and stare at the tree in front of me. I image limbs gone, I imagine the growth 3 years down the line. I make cuts that I know are dependent on every other cut, and that's how I know it's a good design. When a design is that great, every aspect is accounted for, and nothing can be changed without affecting something else.
I enjoy the process of staring at a tree and imaging the future of it. How people could look at it and feel things. How it could inspire them to make things based on what they saw. To aspire to greatness. I'm moving to Cupertino, and I have to get rid of some of them. I have to say goodbye forever. Some of these trees I've cared for for years. I've seen them grow from a small shrub into a styled tree. I've looked at them almost every morning for the past few years and gotten to know each and every one. It's amazing the bond that you can develop with a tree. I have seen them grow as they have seen me grow and to most of them it's going to be hard to say bye. I will forever have the memories though and I am soo glad.
Aspire to be great, and never accept that you can't be. There are more lessons to be learned.
