The Weeping Stone
Amicalola Falls takes on a spectral presence in this black and white photograph, where thin streams of water spill down a jagged cliff face like ghostly tears. The layered rock appears ancient and worn, etched with time and shadow. Vegetation creeps in from the edges, as if nature itself is holding its breath. The light catches the cascading water in fleeting glimmers, like whispers from something unseen. This image evokes the feeling of a place touched by forgotten stories, where the falls murmur secrets and the silence feels alive.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Weeping Stone
Amicalola Falls takes on a spectral presence in this black and white photograph, where thin streams of water spill down a jagged cliff face like ghostly tears. The layered rock appears ancient and worn, etched with time and shadow. Vegetation creeps in from the edges, as if nature itself is holding its breath. The light catches the cascading water in fleeting glimmers, like whispers from something unseen. This image evokes the feeling of a place touched by forgotten stories, where the falls murmur secrets and the silence feels alive.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.