A Moment on Worn Stone XXIII

The echoes of time whisper beneath each footstep, carved into the stone’s weathered surface. The figure, poised on the edge of history, becomes both an observer and a participant in the quiet erosion of memory. Still yet restless, the lake beyond mirrors the passage of light, a silent witness to impermanence.

This image embodies the tension between solidity and dissolution. The contrast of darkened stone and ephemeral figures forms a visual meditation on presence and absence. As T.S. Eliot wrote, “What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” The moment captured here is a threshold between what was and what will be.