The cycle of life in ashes.
A cigarette butt in an ashtray, surrounded by delicate flowers. In this frame, I wanted to see how life and decay speak to one another. The cigarette is an end—a remnant of something that’s burned out. Yet the flowers still stand, offering quiet beauty, even among scattered ash.
Smoke from the still-glowing tip rose slowly, like a breath reluctant to leave. I didn’t rush to take the shot. In that moment, I didn’t just see ash or flowers—I saw a conversation between the two, opposites that complete each other, like two sides of the same story. My camera didn’t offer answers. It simply recorded, observed, and let the questions linger.
