The Light Chaser’s Curse
They say the Light Chaser was once a normal photographer—until they captured one sunset too many. Now cursed to roam the horizon, camera in hand, forever chasing the perfect glow that got away. Each evening, they rise with curls backlit and lens ready, silhouetted against skies that mock them with impossible beauty. The gods of golden hour laugh, tossing clouds like confetti, daring the Chaser to keep up.
This image is a glimpse into that eternal pursuit: a lone figure framed by fire and sky, locked in a mythic battle with time and exposure. Is it art? Is it obsession? Is it just someone trying to nail the shot before dinner? Either way, the legend lives on—one silhouette at a time.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Light Chaser’s Curse
They say the Light Chaser was once a normal photographer—until they captured one sunset too many. Now cursed to roam the horizon, camera in hand, forever chasing the perfect glow that got away. Each evening, they rise with curls backlit and lens ready, silhouetted against skies that mock them with impossible beauty. The gods of golden hour laugh, tossing clouds like confetti, daring the Chaser to keep up.
This image is a glimpse into that eternal pursuit: a lone figure framed by fire and sky, locked in a mythic battle with time and exposure. Is it art? Is it obsession? Is it just someone trying to nail the shot before dinner? Either way, the legend lives on—one silhouette at a time.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.