ev·a·nes·cent [evəˈnes(ə)nt]
adjective
Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.

Much of what I photograph is evanescent. From the seasonal flowers to the insects.

The bluebells are fading now, their beauty a memory.

The splash of yellow brought by Celandines has now been replaced with the yellow of Buttercups.

Butterflies are both fleeting and elusive as they flutter about, rarely staying still for long. The Cuckooflowers they have rested upon are fading now.

And now the very first Damselfies are appearing, much to my joy, but by the end of the summer they will be all gone again.

Fortunately the seasons keep on rolling and although my muses are fleeting, I know they will return next year so I keep on watching and hoping.

Life is fleeting for all creatures, including humans. We never know how long we will have on this earth. So we should take our chance of happiness, whatever shape that takes, without fear, and love one another, never allowing hate to conquer.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness:
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate:
only love can do that.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Evanescent