Floating in Stillness
I didn’t arrange these leaves. I just stood there long enough to see them—a red maple and a yellow birch, caught in a quiet pool like two thoughts drifting into each other. The water was clear. There...
Stillness Framed in Red and Stone
Some scenes don’t ask for attention—they wait for you to notice. This red rowboat, tucked against a weathered wall, was one of those moments. Nothing moved. No reflection, no ripple. Just a quiet confrontation...