The Watchers of Bird Island
Beneath a fading sun, the waters shimmer with unnatural stillness, leading the eye toward a lonely silhouette; Bird Island. Always cloaked in wings and whispers, the island pulses with quiet motion, as if the birds aren’t just nesting... but watching. In this black and white seascape, the light carves a path across the water like a lure, drawing you closer to something ancient and unseen. The sky hangs heavy, the silence too perfect. This is not just a place. It’s a presence.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Watchers of Bird Island
Beneath a fading sun, the waters shimmer with unnatural stillness, leading the eye toward a lonely silhouette; Bird Island. Always cloaked in wings and whispers, the island pulses with quiet motion, as if the birds aren’t just nesting... but watching. In this black and white seascape, the light carves a path across the water like a lure, drawing you closer to something ancient and unseen. The sky hangs heavy, the silence too perfect. This is not just a place. It’s a presence.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.