Pillars of Birch V

The wind is a silent companion, rustling through the leaves, stirring the long coat. The masked figure does not turn and does not speak. The photograph exists in a realm beyond words, where light and shadow replace language, and movement becomes poetry.

Birch trees, with their delicate, peeling bark, have long been symbols of adaptability and resilience. The figure within them seems both protected and exposed, lost and found. “We are the sum of all the moments of our lives,” said Tennessee Williams. This image captures one such moment—ephemeral, yet infinite.