Light Enough to Remember III

This is a portrait of impermanence. The body, luminous against the darkened lake, seems to hover between realms. Every ripple of water echoes the pulse of time, every shimmer of light a recollection of something once lived. It is fine art photography as reflection — poetic, soulful, meditative. “What we call memory,” wrote Marcel Proust, “is the act of giving shape to time.” Through blur, shadow, and illumination, the artist gives time its most delicate shape — one that nearly fades before the eye can hold it.