Where the Water Keeps Secrets
They say the dock was built for boats, but none come anymore. Not since the fog started whispering. The posts stand like sentinels, white-capped and watchful, guarding secrets sunk beneath the still water. The sky hangs heavy, like it knows something you don’t. Step lightly—some footsteps echo back that weren’t yours.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
Where the Water Keeps Secrets
They say the dock was built for boats, but none come anymore. Not since the fog started whispering. The posts stand like sentinels, white-capped and watchful, guarding secrets sunk beneath the still water. The sky hangs heavy, like it knows something you don’t. Step lightly—some footsteps echo back that weren’t yours.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.