/ 2025 / Fine Art / Landscape

• Prize
  Honorable Mention
• Photographer
  Diana Cheren Nygren, United States

I lost my mother last July. Although really it was long before. For years she quietly disappeared. But not completely. Only when she died did the disappearance become clear. A loss you can see coming, helpless to change. So, perhaps, you even want it to come so the waiting, anxiety, pressure to do more, go away. But when it happens, it is complete. I think climate change is a little like that. We try to put on Band-Aids. Yet those measures feel small and futile. We know the outcome is fixed. The Earth will no longer support human life as we know it. In this generation? The next?