In the Ruin, We Bloom XXIV

The scene is one of contrasts—solid walls now fractured by time, moss overtaking the stone, and a human figure reaching towards the sky, embodying life’s eternal yearning. A single red shirt disrupts the grayscale, a reminder that life persists even in the face of ruin. As the poet Pablo Neruda wrote, "You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep spring from coming." This photograph captures that relentless push towards renewal.