Silhouettes of a Fading Frost XXXV

In Silhouettes of a Fading Frost, the frozen lake becomes a canvas for the soft light of the rising sun, where the figure stands silhouetted against the horizon. The long-exposure photography captures the fluidity of the moment, where the figure seems to be both solid and fading into the mist. “I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams,” wrote W.B. Yeats. These photos evoke that delicate beauty where the frost begins to melt, and the figure becomes part of the landscape, a fleeting presence in a moment of quiet transformation.