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I move through life the way I move through a frame, slowly, listening, letting the moment tell me where to stand. Some days a cross appears in my path, quiet and unannounced, and it feels like a small hand on my shoulder saying breathe, you are exactly where your feet are meant to be. Not every step has to rush toward the horizon. Some are meant to rest in the dust and light of now, reminding me that my path is my own, and peace is not somewhere ahead, it is something I carry with me, one gentle step at a time.
16 × 16 - black frame with white matte
All images are available in a range of sizes, frames, and materials. Custom requests are welcome.
I move through life the way I move through a frame, slowly, listening, letting the moment tell me where to stand. Some days a cross appears in my path, quiet and unannounced, and it feels like a small hand on my shoulder saying breathe, you are exactly where your feet are meant to be. Not every step has to rush toward the horizon. Some are meant to rest in the dust and light of now, reminding me that my path is my own, and peace is not somewhere ahead, it is something I carry with me, one gentle step at a time.
16 × 16 - black frame with white matte
All images are available in a range of sizes, frames, and materials. Custom requests are welcome.