The Surface of Memory

We spend our lives looking for depth. We dig into the earth, into the past, into the people we love, hoping to find a solid floor beneath the shifting silt. But perhaps the truth is not found in the deep. Perhaps it is found in the skin of things, in the thin, trembling membrane where the air meets the weight of what lies below. When the wind dies down, the surface becomes a mirror. It does not show us who we are, but rather what we have lost. It is a fragile boundary. One stone, one breath, and the reflection shatters into a thousand pieces of light. We are left staring at the ripples, waiting for the water to grow still again, waiting to see if the image will return exactly as it was. It never does. The water remembers nothing. Why do we insist on looking for ourselves in places that cannot hold our weight?

Oscar Garcia has taken this beautiful image titled Water over More Water. It captures that moment when the surface becomes everything. Do you see the depth, or are you only watching the light?