Ephemeral Moments
Ephemeral Moments Project
[Winter]
On the vesper of sunrise, a December morning, when time stands still and silence permeates the farm with a chill that gently emulsifies the surface as the sun begins to awaken.
The coppery hues evoke the absent warmth of those days, and the cranes prematurely stimulate the edible particles still remaining in the soil.
Attending this awakening there is an aging forest on eternal watch for the wildlife constantly on the move, directing the gaze to the sound of cracking foil, produced by a ground covered with fallen leaves frozen for the season.
