In the Ruin, We Bloom XX

Crumbling stone, overrun by moss, meets the figure’s upward stretch, a visual embodiment of life’s reaching and growth. The contrast between the ruin and the glimpse of a red shirt calls attention to the impermanence of all things, yet beauty lies within that impermanence. "The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way," wrote William Blake. This photograph invites us to find joy in what is often overlooked.