Doorway?

Perhaps this is the memory of a doorway, or the sound of rain and the morning mist infused with light, or your departure and absence. Or perhaps this is about the nesting of the days, and how one fits into the other, and in the stretching of time and space, how the center remains. Perhaps this is about improbable connections. Perhaps this is about a doorway. Or perhaps this is about nothing at all.

2022, Photo-Composite, Canandaigua