First Light, Last Breath
One flower bursts into vibrant pink, streaked with magenta like a sunrise caught in motion. Around it, the petals of yesterday curl and fade, their time already spent. This is the orchid tree’s quiet truth: the beginning and the end share the same branch.
In this close-up, life cycles whisper through color and texture a fresh bloom, fading glory, and the promise that tomorrow’s beauty is already waiting in the wings.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections—though this one might be just for those who find meaning in the moment between bloom and wilt.
First Light, Last Breath
One flower bursts into vibrant pink, streaked with magenta like a sunrise caught in motion. Around it, the petals of yesterday curl and fade, their time already spent. This is the orchid tree’s quiet truth: the beginning and the end share the same branch.
In this close-up, life cycles whisper through color and texture a fresh bloom, fading glory, and the promise that tomorrow’s beauty is already waiting in the wings.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections—though this one might be just for those who find meaning in the moment between bloom and wilt.