Motion Holds the Color I

In this image, movement becomes a form of care. The maple tree, still glowing with yellow leaves despite the late season, stands as a quiet refusal to rush disappearance. My body enters the frame not as a subject to be fixed, but as a current passing through color. The long exposure transforms motion into brushstrokes, softening edges until the distinction between figure and foliage begins to dissolve. As Heraclitus wrote, “Nothing endures but change,” and yet here, change does not erase— it cradles. Color survives because it moves.