We search for another kind of time —not measured by clocks,but flowing with nature’s rhythm. Water turns to ice, wind leaves its trace, and in stillness, moments endure.

From an observer's point of view, slowing down, and recreate each image.

"Nature, in her quiet way, gives back more than we expect." Sink into the softness of summer, where the mind finds rest.

“I don't know who planted that orange tree, and even the barbed wire fence built high above it didn't stop it from sprouting and blossoming. I picked one off.”