Bridge Between Then and Now
Two figures lean over the railing, caught in a moment of quiet observation. The bridge beneath them is weathered, the trees behind them still. In black and white, time softens—this could be yesterday, or decades ago. Maybe they’re watching birds skim the water. Maybe they’re remembering something they haven’t spoken of in years. Maybe they’re just sharing silence, the kind that only comes with trust. This photo doesn’t shout—it whispers. It invites you to imagine the stories that might have been, the conversations that never needed words.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections—though this one might be just for those who see meaning in the quiet.
Bridge Between Then and Now
Two figures lean over the railing, caught in a moment of quiet observation. The bridge beneath them is weathered, the trees behind them still. In black and white, time softens—this could be yesterday, or decades ago. Maybe they’re watching birds skim the water. Maybe they’re remembering something they haven’t spoken of in years. Maybe they’re just sharing silence, the kind that only comes with trust. This photo doesn’t shout—it whispers. It invites you to imagine the stories that might have been, the conversations that never needed words.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections—though this one might be just for those who see meaning in the quiet.