Pillars of Birch VIII

Sunlight flickers through the birch branches, dappling the masked figure in shifting shadows. The world feels ancient yet alive. The wind carries something unseen—a call, a question, a whisper from the past.

“We shall not cease from exploration,” wrote T.S. Eliot, “and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” This image is a moment of recognition, a reflection of something eternal within us all.