Pillars of Birch IX

A gust of wind catches the coat, lifting it in a motion almost like flight. The birches stand still, but the world around them moves. The mask hides a face, but it reveals a story—a story of movement, solitude, and quiet strength.

There is beauty in the in-between places, the moments where light and shadow meet, and one season gives way to another. This is a portrait of that threshold, a reminder that we, too, are always on the verge of becoming.