A Moment on Worn Stone XXXIX

The past is written in stone, but the present is something else—fluid, shifting, ephemeral. Here, a lone figure stands upon the worn pedestal, feet touching history, gaze turned toward something unseen. The lake beyond remains a silent observer, stretching into the unknown.

This contemplative photograph suggests permanence and transience with muted contrasts and subtle grain. “We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through,” goes an Aboriginal proverb. In this image, the figure is precisely that—a visitor, momentarily grounded, before time carries them forward.