A Moment on Worn Stone XXXVII

Stone remains between sky and water. Between the past and the present, a figure stands—blurred, as though time itself has worn its outline away. The lake below stretches outward, a reminder that even in stillness, movement persists.

With its textured monochrome and contemplative aesthetic, this image captures the paradox of presence. “For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen,” wrote Douglas Adams. In this suspended frame, nothing happens—yet everything is felt.