Twilight Permission
They didn’t mean to be in the frame. A quiet couple stepping off the boardwalk, silhouetted against the fading fire of the sky, apologizing for a photobomb that never was. But fate had already composed the scene, I just hadn’t seen it yet.
I showed them my style: silhouettes, softness, story. They leaned in, curious. I asked if they’d be open to a shot. They smiled. 3 or 4 shots later I asked her, if she felt comfortable kissing him.
That’s when the sky held its breath.
The railing became a stage. Their figures, a whisper of devotion. The kiss, unposed, unhurried it landed like a signature on the day’s light. The clouds streaked behind them like brushstrokes of approval. And in that moment, the sunset wasn’t just a backdrop. It was a witness.
This wasn’t a photobomb. It was a gift.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
Twilight Permission
They didn’t mean to be in the frame. A quiet couple stepping off the boardwalk, silhouetted against the fading fire of the sky, apologizing for a photobomb that never was. But fate had already composed the scene, I just hadn’t seen it yet.
I showed them my style: silhouettes, softness, story. They leaned in, curious. I asked if they’d be open to a shot. They smiled. 3 or 4 shots later I asked her, if she felt comfortable kissing him.
That’s when the sky held its breath.
The railing became a stage. Their figures, a whisper of devotion. The kiss, unposed, unhurried it landed like a signature on the day’s light. The clouds streaked behind them like brushstrokes of approval. And in that moment, the sunset wasn’t just a backdrop. It was a witness.
This wasn’t a photobomb. It was a gift.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.