still life fleeting

After my parents passed away, looking at old photographs—some faded—brought back memories and evoked a deep realization:
a photograph, which seems to preserve what has passed, also holds the absence.
The past does not simply remain behind; it follows us into the present.

 Whether I photograph a portrait, a landscape, or a still life,
there will always be within it both love and death, both fading and longing—alongside the hope of holding onto something fleeting.