I found this patch of weeds struggling toward the light behind the old mill building this morning. It’s funny how we spend so much time pouring heavy, gray foundations, trying to pin the world down into something permanent, only for nature to remind us that life is persistent enough to crack through anything. There is a quiet, stubborn defiance in these stalks that I think I’m going to carry with me through the rest of the week. It’s the kind of texture that doesn't just look good in 16mm—it feels like a lesson on resilience.