Silhouettes of a Fading Frost XLVII

In Silhouettes of a Fading Frost, the figure stands on the frozen lake, silhouetted by the soft glow of the rising sun. The ice beneath their feet reflects the sky, blending the earth's and heavens' boundaries. The long exposure creates a delicate dance between stillness and movement, capturing a moment of quiet introspection. As Walt Whitman wrote, “I am large, I contain multitudes.” These photos evoke the infinite layers of existence, where time stretches, and the figure becomes a fleeting part of the landscape, a reminder of the transient beauty of life.