Like Smoke, Like Memory VIII

The figure is almost fully faded here, long shutter speed pulling them into the realm of ghosts or thoughts. And yet, there's warmth: the coat's folds, the earth's tone, the invisible breath in cold air. Heraclitus wrote, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.” This image could be that second step — familiar, but irreversibly changed.