Waters on Lone Territory

2024 February #009. Mirrored in the still waters, the silhouettes of ancient pines reach both skyward and into the depths, challenging the notion of where their true roots lie. The forest stands guard over this liquid canvas, a serene, contemplative stage upon which snow gently alights. It's silent; the only witness to its own hushed transformation.

The space between the earth and its reflection – a canvas ripe for introspection – invites inquiries about what thrives in the unseen. Beneath the surface, under the ice, life in hibernation whispers secrets we've yet to decode. Each flake of snow