The Light That Finds Its Way
The sun lowers behind a veil of tangled branches, casting a golden path across the water—a shimmer that feels more like a promise than a reflection. The foliage stands in silhouette, dark and rooted, while the sky glows with soft fire. It’s a moment of quiet tension: light pressing through shadow, time holding its breath. The scene is still, but not empty. It carries the weight of something sacred—like a prayer whispered into dusk. The water listens. The trees remember. And the light, though fading, does not retreat.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Light That Finds Its Way
The sun lowers behind a veil of tangled branches, casting a golden path across the water—a shimmer that feels more like a promise than a reflection. The foliage stands in silhouette, dark and rooted, while the sky glows with soft fire. It’s a moment of quiet tension: light pressing through shadow, time holding its breath. The scene is still, but not empty. It carries the weight of something sacred—like a prayer whispered into dusk. The water listens. The trees remember. And the light, though fading, does not retreat.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.