A Moment on Worn Stone XLI

A lone figure, poised between history and impermanence, stands on the remnants of a monument lost to time. The pedestal, its purpose erased, holds only the weight of the present moment. The lake beyond, unbothered by memory, stretches into the horizon.

With its black-and-white depth and grainy softness, the image invites reflection on what remains when history fades. “Memory believes before knowing remembers,” wrote William Faulkner. This frame echoes that belief—a fleeting moment caught before it vanishes into the currents of time.