At Tso Moriri, I photographed mountains and light. Gold before sunset.
A car sat in one corner. A shape, barely there.
I didn’t see it at first. Only in the pressing of the shutter.
Most people won’t.
But someone will.
They’ll look past the mountains. Past what the frame promises.
They’ll find that small shape at the edge.
The photograph will become theirs.
Not because I put it there.
Because they stayed long enough to see.
