We Are Just Not Normal Anymore

Everything about this photo gives me chills: the slight diagonal of the "horizon" made by the rocks, the explosive motion of the trees combined with the massive power of the rocks---everything. I love that you've abstracted a collection of completely recognizable forms while still keeping the girl and her maraca an important part of the photo. At first, the title kind of confused me, but the longer I contemplated the title combined with the photo, the more it made sense. There's a really powerful cohesion holding everything in place, but only barely, which really keeps me on edge, like "what will happen to her next? is she falling or rising?" The narrative quality of this photo is really engaging.

Her maraca (at least to me) has been transformed into an unknowable object, but it acts pictorially and conceptually as the exact center of all this explosive material everywhere. All the lines lead into and out of it, so it reminds me of a scepter or a wand, or some other sign of power.

You ask "Is it too dark/abstract/mindmuck?" and I respond by saying, no, those three qualities are what ties all of this together. The phrase "not the same anymore" connotes a feeling of mindmuck in the first place, so I think you've expressed it accurately and powerfully here.