This is a photo of solitary contemplation. A lone tree on top of a hill is a symbol of perseverance in the vast, silent expanse. Its roots are deeply embedded in the dry earth, as if holding it at the edge of the universe, when everything around it is trying to disappear into infinity. The slightly inclined plane of the hill evokes a sense of the movement of time - it invisibly glides along the horizon, leaving behind a shadow of the past. The tree stands motionless, like a wise philosopher comprehending infinity. Its branches stretch upward, towards the clouds that are not visible, as if it is searching for answers in the void. The black and white world is devoid of colors, here reigns only the play of light and shadow, where every bend of the soil and every leaf of the tree becomes part of the eternal dance of nature. This is an image of loneliness, but not abandoned, but one that has chosen the path of a stoic observer. The tree reminds that even in isolation there can be its own beauty - silence and freedom that are born from inner strength.