How far we have come?
Crossing the frozen river,
Melting away.
To reach the seashore.
Making way along the hedgerow,
Looking back
Standing on a rock.
Dreaming of the sea,
Filled with the frozen river
Our feet sink in the sand.
How far shall we go?
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Photographs are a visual record of the ephemeral transition of time. Each moment has essence of its own, the meaning for us to ponder.
This weekly photo series is an attempt to preserve such tiny fractions of time and to carve meaning out of them.
