It’s always a season for reflection. Pools of still water, polished metal, and drops of water all contain a view of who and what we are. Missing is the who we were. The ghostly images never remembered in reflections that only know now.
Life has a way of forgetting yesterday while it play in the moment we call now. Yet we still recall the times of then upon which we can reflect from within.
Looking forward, we leave behind the reflections and wonder how we will be.
Art is like a camera, snapshots of a reality now past.
Surreal Digital Art
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