This photograph of a dead tree washed up on the shore is a metaphor for the indomitable power of nature. The tree, once a symbol of life, now lies motionless, carried away by the gentle flow of time. The water, like a thin curtain between the world of the living and the world of the dead, slowly covers it, blurring its outlines and creating the illusion of boundaries between existence and oblivion. The sky, reaching for the horizon, adds drama to the scene, reminding us of the inexorable nature of time. This image carries a quiet tragedy and at the same time peace. 

The black and white color scheme of all heightens the emotional perception, focusing attention on form, contrast and texture, turning this frame into pure poetry of light and shadow.