#threshold light

The moon is present, but deliberately insufficient. A half-form suspended in a field that refuses contrast. It neither illuminates nor dramatizes. It merely confirms orientation: yes, this is night; yes, time is passing. The moon —so often used as a symbol of yearning— is stripped of metaphorical excess here. It does not stand in for love, or loss, or time. It is simply the smallest available evidence that something continues.

(Photo: d.)