Echoes in Stone
A stone remembers.
It holds the shape of hands. The echo of voices. Not in its surface. But deep within its core. A slow pulse. A quiet hum.
We build. We leave. The structure remains. A silent witness. It breathes the air of now. Yet carries the dust of then. A whisper of decisions made. Of battles fought. Of futures imagined. Then lived.
The ground beneath us. It holds stories. Unseen. Unspoken. But felt. A tremor. A deep resonance.
What is truly gone? Or does it simply wait? A presence. A weight.
The light shifts. A moment held.
José J. Rivera-Negrón has captured this enduring presence in his photograph, “Civil War Roots.” The image invites us to consider the silent stories held within stone. What echoes do you hear?
