The images from Endangered make me feel as though I’m witnessing a moment suspended between serenity and unease. Human bodies, naked and glowing, rise and fall in the water, reaching out as if grasping for air, salvation, or something more abstract — a sense of belonging, perhaps. The underwater light fractures their forms, blurring the line between the individual and the collective, between the human and the elemental. There’s something quietly unsettling in that blend of freedom and vulnerability — a kind of dance poised between life and loss. It strikes me deeply, a visceral reminder of how fragile we are, both as bodies and as a species.
