The Bridge Between Us
They stood there long after the light began to fade.
This image captures a moment of quiet solitude a single figure silhouetted on a wooden bridge, bathed in the last golden glow of the day. The sun slips low, casting long shadows through the slats, painting the water with warmth that doesn’t quite reach the heart.
There’s no movement. No sound. Just the hush of a day ending and the weight of something unsaid. The bridge stretches out, but no one crosses. The light touches everything except the space between.
It’s a portrait of being alone—not in the world, but in the feeling. A place where memory lingers, where silence speaks, and where the sunset doesn’t comfort—it just watches.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Bridge Between Us
They stood there long after the light began to fade.
This image captures a moment of quiet solitude a single figure silhouetted on a wooden bridge, bathed in the last golden glow of the day. The sun slips low, casting long shadows through the slats, painting the water with warmth that doesn’t quite reach the heart.
There’s no movement. No sound. Just the hush of a day ending and the weight of something unsaid. The bridge stretches out, but no one crosses. The light touches everything except the space between.
It’s a portrait of being alone—not in the world, but in the feeling. A place where memory lingers, where silence speaks, and where the sunset doesn’t comfort—it just watches.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.