Where the Light Fails to Comfort
A vast body of water lies beneath a sky thick with judgment—clouds layered like ancient grief, light breaking through in fractured defiance. The surface shimmers, not with peace, but with warning. In the corner, tree limbs reach like witnesses, framing a scene that feels more reckoning than reflection. This is not serenity. It’s the moment before something is named. The atmosphere is heavy, sacred, and unresolved. The water remembers. The sky watches. And the silence between them is not empty—it’s waiting.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
Where the Light Fails to Comfort
A vast body of water lies beneath a sky thick with judgment—clouds layered like ancient grief, light breaking through in fractured defiance. The surface shimmers, not with peace, but with warning. In the corner, tree limbs reach like witnesses, framing a scene that feels more reckoning than reflection. This is not serenity. It’s the moment before something is named. The atmosphere is heavy, sacred, and unresolved. The water remembers. The sky watches. And the silence between them is not empty—it’s waiting.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.