The Small Feast
Perched on a weathered wooden railing, a squirrel holds its prize—tiny paws curled around something worth savoring. Its tail arches like a question mark, fur fluffed against the morning air. The background blurs into green and gray, but the squirrel remains sharp, focused, alive. This is not just feeding. It’s ritual. A moment of instinct and grace, captured in stillness. The creature is ordinary, but the moment is not. It reminds us that even the smallest lives carry purpose, rhythm, and joy.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Small Feast
Perched on a weathered wooden railing, a squirrel holds its prize—tiny paws curled around something worth savoring. Its tail arches like a question mark, fur fluffed against the morning air. The background blurs into green and gray, but the squirrel remains sharp, focused, alive. This is not just feeding. It’s ritual. A moment of instinct and grace, captured in stillness. The creature is ordinary, but the moment is not. It reminds us that even the smallest lives carry purpose, rhythm, and joy.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.