A solitary sapling rises from a field of white, its presence defined as much by absence as by form. Light becomes both clarifier and burden: it reveals the subject while pulling its echo across the ground. The image dwells in the space between being and becoming, where what is visible feels provisional and what lingers carries the greater emotional weight. This work reflects on quiet endurance and the way landscapes hold the silhouettes of things that are still here, and those that have already begun to fade.