Photography and geology share a strange quality. Both capture what has been. A rock bears within it the layers of millions of years, each layer a silent record of pressure, heat, and movement. A photograph does something similar. It freezes a moment, makes it permanent, saves it from oblivion. And yet both lie in their own way. The rock conceals what happened between the layers. The photograph chooses what to show—and what not to. It is precisely within this tension between preservation and…