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As I lifted my camera and took in a building where someone had carefully written World Peace on every surface, I felt that quiet pause I always feel when the world slips a note into my pocket and says pay attention. In a life where I’m trained to chase light and fleeting moments, this felt different, slower, more deliberate, like a stranger’s prayer stitched into brick and paint, reminding me that peace is not just a wish we whisper but a choice we keep writing again and again, even when no one is watching, even when all we can do is leave it behind for the next set of eyes to find.
16 × 20 - black frame with white matte
All images are available in a range of sizes, frames, and materials. Custom requests are welcome.
As I lifted my camera and took in a building where someone had carefully written World Peace on every surface, I felt that quiet pause I always feel when the world slips a note into my pocket and says pay attention. In a life where I’m trained to chase light and fleeting moments, this felt different, slower, more deliberate, like a stranger’s prayer stitched into brick and paint, reminding me that peace is not just a wish we whisper but a choice we keep writing again and again, even when no one is watching, even when all we can do is leave it behind for the next set of eyes to find.
16 × 20 - black frame with white matte
All images are available in a range of sizes, frames, and materials. Custom requests are welcome.