Reading between the lines, to me, does not mean seeking alternate motives between the obvious. Here, in this photo, reading between the lines is having a chance to notice the beauty in every layer. The leaves are nice, the trees are strong, but there are a million little motions and intentions at play in a single moment in time. I have no idea what is behind each of these things, but I can stop, capture and lose myself in the loveliness of the everything.
Everything counts. Everything.