Sometimes I wonder about what will remain of all that we see and know when our mind starts fading away. The real moment we witnessed will never come back and the memory of it will start changing from the moment it was formed. It will fade over time. Only a few details will stand out and the rest will blur into a fading image of what we think to be true. Or is it the details we will remember, while losing the big picture?
Nobody knows where the mind will lead us and where we will lose our way in the landscapes of our mind. One can only hope to be able to see the beauty in what remains.
This is a photograph taken of a flooded landscape in winter, dreamt over by my memory.