A Moment on Worn Stone XVIII

A solitary figure stands on the pedestal, its form softened by time and movement. The deep and reflective lake beyond stretches toward the horizon like an unwritten story. The stone, once part of something larger, now serves a different purpose—it becomes a threshold, a place of passage between the past and the present.

The image holds an inherent poetry, a visual narrative that speaks to the viewer in hushed tones. The monochrome aesthetic adds a timeless quality, blurring the line between memory and dream. “What is past is prologue,” wrote Shakespeare. This moment, this composition, is a beginning as much as an echo.