Flowing water is one of the oldest, and to my mind, the most apt metaphors for life. The constant movement, the transient forms, the impermanence, the unity, the apparent confusion, the unstopable progress, the inevitable immersion into the ocean … one could go on for ever.
Movement in water fascinates me. Sometimes, when I look closely, I can see the reflection of my own life in it. This gallery is a collection of such images. They capture a bit of the ever transient mystery of being. From being born: “the beginning”, to the final destination, “peace at last”.