Traces of Time and a Lasting Mooring... 🕰️⚓️
Sometimes the simplest details, like this old, rusty boat mooring embedded in the stone, make me think. That coarse texture of iron battling sea salt and sun, and the stone patiently enduring it all...
They say everything passes, but traces remain. Memories, just like this rust, etch themselves into us, change us, make us who we are – washed out, spent, but still present, still ready for a new mooring.
I enjoy these moments, with figs and a drop of rum, and let my mind wander. Taking it easy... ✨🌊
















