On a recent trip to Australia, my mind went into over-thinking mode, asking question that circled around: What are my ambitions?

In truth, I was trying to point to a fire in my belly that would become the story arc of some successful proud-worthy end-goal.

After a conversation with a wise elder, I came to this:

Sometimes ambition lies in the desire to take a photograph of a beautiful bowl of Meyer Lemons --

--and after saying the word "ambition" out loud a few times, it started to sound like a crow squack in the middle of a beautiful song.

What if a sublime portrait of a pile of lemons up against a blue wall is enough?

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