The Climber in the Dusk
As twilight settles over the canopy, a lone squirrel descends the trunk of a spiked tree its silhouette sharp against a brooding sky. The jagged leaves stretch outward like claws, framing the creature in a scene that feels more omen than observation. There's something unnatural in the stillness, something watching from behind the clouds. This black and white photograph captures a moment suspended between motion and menace, where even the familiar feels uncanny.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Climber in the Dusk
As twilight settles over the canopy, a lone squirrel descends the trunk of a spiked tree its silhouette sharp against a brooding sky. The jagged leaves stretch outward like claws, framing the creature in a scene that feels more omen than observation. There's something unnatural in the stillness, something watching from behind the clouds. This black and white photograph captures a moment suspended between motion and menace, where even the familiar feels uncanny.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.