There was the memory, the reflection, and the absorption. All in one.
The rocks looked at me, and I saw my own breath feeding the life that lived in their small niches.
A disruption in time, a discrepancy between two worlds touching for an undefined period.
I thought I felt something moving.
Ghosts waiting for their mirror image to awaken.
Quiet now.
Wait.
When Tears turn to stone.
Animistic still life photography with natural materials — fine art images of stone, wool, and wood that reveal the quiet spirit of matter.
