In the Ruin, We Bloom XXXII

Time weathers all things, but life and light remain undefeated in this photograph. The ruins, overgrown with moss, whisper of forgotten stories, yet the figure, framed by these remnants, reaches skyward in defiance of gravity’s pull. A red shirt, barely visible in the black-and-white composition, becomes the pulse of the scene, reminding us that "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer," as Albert Camus once wrote. In the ruin, life persists and blooms.