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"Follow effective action with quiet reflection. From quiet reflection will come even more effective action."
~ Peter F. Drucker
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Baobao can spend hours quietly reflecting.
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Clean lines, warm light, and quiet harmony converge in this photograph of a transitional gallery space at The Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C. Captured from a vantage point on the museum’s upper floor, the image centers on a striking curved staircase that flows downward in a graceful arc. The staircase itself—white with sleek metal railings—anchors the composition, guiding the viewer’s eye into the museum’s contemporary wing.
The minimalist stairwell is surrounded by pristine white walls, its design a striking contrast to the museum’s historic wood-paneled rooms just steps away. It represents not just a spatial transition but a curatorial one: from the classical to the modern, from intimate salon to soaring gallery.
Wooden flooring with a soft amber hue adds warmth to the otherwise clean and airy scene, grounding the viewer in the museum’s domestic roots. In the lower center, a teal armchair beckons—an invitation to pause, reflect, or simply admire the interplay of space and form. A bronze sculpture on a pedestal stands on the right, elegantly framed by spotlighting. Its curves echo the fluid lines of the staircase behind it, reinforcing a visual motif of motion and organic form.
Downstairs, through the open expanse created by the stairwell, glimpses of vibrant modern art punctuate the view. A vivid abstract painting and a tall, colorful sculpture hint at the energetic collection below. These works provide a burst of texture and saturation in an otherwise minimalist palette, subtly reminding the viewer of the museum’s founding vision: to integrate art into everyday life.
On the left wall, a smaller modernist painting is lit with precision, quietly balancing the larger sculptural presence across the room. Overhead, carefully placed ceiling lights trace the room’s geometric simplicity, while signage points to the museum’s layered layout and diverse collection. The setting invites exploration—both physical and intellectual.
The Phillips Collection is renowned for bridging historical ambiance and cutting-edge curatorial practice, and this image encapsulates that duality beautifully. The architecture itself becomes part of the narrative—this is not just a space to view art, but a space where art, design, and environment interact holistically. Visitors do not simply pass through rooms; they move through experiences.
A gentle hush seems to envelop the room. The solitary chair, the poised sculpture, and the soft, ambient lighting suggest a museum that values quiet contemplation. This is a place where a visitor can lose themselves not only in the artwork but also in the architectural cadence of the space.
Overall, the photo reflects The Phillips Collection’s enduring mission: to merge the comfort of home with the dynamism of modern art. It captures a moment of stillness in motion—a staircase that spirals through time and art, housed in a museum that invites personal reflection in every corner.
A young boatman pauses at the edge of his banca in the mangroves near Palawan’s Underground River. His stillness mirrors the calm waters around him, a moment between work and rest. In black and white, the scene feels timeless—life and labor framed by the mangrove roots that hold the shore.
This is a re-upload of one I did a while ago of my neice, but with a B&W edit.
My sister has twin girls so I'm not exactly sure which one this is, either Tayah or Elyssa Johnson. Whoever it is, she looked very peacful on mums shoulder and deep in thought looking out the window on Christmas Day.
I gave it quite a soft feel, partily due to cover up the noise from the high ISO, and partly just because it's one of those 'softer' moments.
I placed the camera low to the ground to let the space speak. The hedges rise like walls around me, shaped, silent, and strong. I sat on the bench in stillness, not posing, just being. Present.
This self-portrait is about being held by a space that feels both open and enclosed. There’s comfort in the geometry, in the filtered light, in the way nature has been shaped with human hands, and yet always grows back on its own terms.
In that moment, I just needed to sit, breathe, and notice. Sometimes the act of photographing yourself isn’t about seeing how you look. It’s about seeing where you are.
This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
This photograph by Duncan Rawlinson gently captures the warm glow of autumn as golden light filters through bare trees. The vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows of the foliage blanket the ground, creating a peaceful and reflective scene. The quiet beauty of this moment in nature celebrates the fleeting colors of fall and invites viewers to pause and appreciate its calming simplicity.
This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
Part of my "Quiet Reflections" photo series.
The full photo shoot can be seen on my Facebook page: www.facebook.com/nkraftphoto
You can also check out my model's photography page: www.facebook.com/pages/Brittney-Schulers-Photography/1049...
Woman sitting in chair facing wall in a sparsley furnished motel room.
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This series of images delves into the enigmatic beauty and layered history of Venice, Italy, through an abstract lens, employing the scumbling and dry brush oil painting techniques. Each piece is a study in contrasts and textures, evoking the city's unique spirit and its constant dance with the elements. The use of cold, detached atmospheres alongside distressed and weathered surfaces speaks to the resilience and survival of Venice amidst its challenges. The incorporation of "havencore" and "warmcore" elements, along with a palette that prioritizes white and saturated blues, adds depth and emotion, inviting viewers to experience the city's dual nature of refuge and exposure.
The artworks move beyond traditional representations, infusing each scene with dramatic intensity and hyperbolic expressions to capture the essence of Venice's struggle and splendor. Labor is depicted not just as a physical act but as a poignant part of the city's soul, rendered through rough gesturalism that strips away the gloss to reveal raw, compelling truths. The dazzling chiaroscuro and striking contrasts of light and dark masterfully highlight the city's architectural marvels and the ephemeral beauty of its everyday moments, creating a harmonious chaos that is both unsettling and captivating.
This series aims to transport viewers to a Venice reimagined, where the interplay of light and shadow, the richness of saturated pigment pools, and the tactile quality of the painting techniques combine to offer a new perspective on the familiar. Through these images, Venice is seen as a living, breathing entity, marked by centuries of wear but standing resilient, its beauty undimmed by the passage of time. The absence of heavy paint strokes emphasizes the subtlety and complexity of the city's narrative, inviting a closer look and deeper reflection on its enduring allure and the stories etched into its very stones.
Poem: The Quiet Hours
In the quiet hours of the fading night,
Where shadows dance in the moon's soft light,
And the world whispers in tones so slight,
There lies a beauty unseen, out of sight.
Beneath the velvet cloak of the starry sky,
Where dreams take wing, and thoughts fly high,
The silent streets hold secrets, by and by,
As the gentle breeze sings a lullaby.
In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand,
Their leaves tell tales of a distant land,
A place where time holds still its sand,
In the quiet hours, so grand and so bland.
By the murmuring streams, under the watchful moon,
Where flowers bloom in the light of June,
The night unfolds its hidden boon,
In whispers of the dark, a silent tune.
In the quiet hours, there's a deep connection,
A moment of peace, in introspection,
A journey within, in quiet reflection,
Finding solace in nature's perfection.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
The quiet hours gently sway,
Leaving behind the tales of the grey,
In the warmth of the coming day.
Haiku: Twilight's Whisper
Twilight's soft whisper,
Day and night's fleeting kiss,
Silent beauty speaks.
Bathed in soft light, she gazes through the window, yearning for freedom and the world beyond—tempting yet frightening.
Mature woman wearing red sweater portrait in worried thoughts
All my photographs are copyright protected, If you wish to use my photos please contact me and we can discuss usage fees.
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Mature woman wearing red sweater portrait in worried thoughts
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This photograph, a piece of the 'Momentum' series, portrays the serene dedication within a temple in stark monochrome. It captures the quietude of a monk in prayer, surrounded by a cascade of prayer tags, which creates a compelling contrast to the bustling life outside the temple walls. The image conveys a moment of spiritual pause, reflecting the momentum of inner peace amidst the world's constant motion
Silhouetted woman and man at sunset standing on bluff
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Fall colors with woman walking along sidewalk covered with autumn leaves holding a red umbrella Capitol Hill Seattle Washington State USA MR
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Woman sitting in chair facing wall in a sparsley furnished motel room.
All my photographs are copyright protected, If you wish to use my photos please contact me and we can discuss usage fees.
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Woman standing on bluff looking out over Puget sound with crescent moon Magnolia Bluff Seattle Washington State USA MR
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Fall colors with woman walking alone at Woodland Park with ground covered with autumn leaves holding a red umbrella Seattle Washington State USA MR
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BRIGHTON... FABRICA... 77 Million Paintings by Brian Eno
'time and a play of light in the darkness; a striking image of the human condition and a contemporary focal point for quiet reflection.'
Silhouetted man with briefcase along downtown street at sunset shadow on wall waiting to cross street Seattle Washington State USA
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