The Amorphic Season V

Light rests differently in autumn. It is slower, more deliberate. Through the handmade filter, its warmth feels ancient, its color eternal. The photograph feels like a conversation between air and memory. Fine art photography becomes a vessel for remembering—the amorphic glass not distorting, but translating. The lake reflects a story written in color and silence. In that reflection, we recognize ourselves—still changing, still clear.