At the Edge
She stepped through the tangled veil of underbrush and stood at the river’s edge, no more than fifteen feet from where I knelt—silent, still, unbreathing. Her gaze swept the water, ancient and deliberate, searching for the shimmer of life below the surface. Then, she looked up. For a suspended moment—brief as a breath, vast as a lifetime—her eyes found mine. She did not merely see me; she recognized me. In her gaze I felt the weight of rain-drenched centuries, the breath of the moss-laden forest, the quiet endurance of rivers carving stone. In that stillness, something passed between us—wordless, wild, and immeasurably old. A transmission of spirit, as if the soul of the rainforest itself had paused to look back through her eyes. To meet such a being—so near, so unguarded—is not just encounter, but communion.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
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She stepped through the tangled veil of underbrush and stood at the river’s edge, no more than fifteen feet from where I knelt—silent, still, unbreathing. Her gaze swept the water, ancient and deliberate, searching for the shimmer of life below the surface. Then, she looked up. For a suspended moment—brief as a breath, vast as a lifetime—her eyes found mine. She did not merely see me; she recognized me. In her gaze I felt the weight of rain-drenched centuries, the breath of the moss-laden forest, the quiet endurance of rivers carving stone. In that stillness, something passed between us—wordless, wild, and immeasurably old. A transmission of spirit, as if the soul of the rainforest itself had paused to look back through her eyes. To meet such a being—so near, so unguarded—is not just encounter, but communion.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
Want to see what At the Edge would look like in your home or office? Click here to request a free mock up!
She stepped through the tangled veil of underbrush and stood at the river’s edge, no more than fifteen feet from where I knelt—silent, still, unbreathing. Her gaze swept the water, ancient and deliberate, searching for the shimmer of life below the surface. Then, she looked up. For a suspended moment—brief as a breath, vast as a lifetime—her eyes found mine. She did not merely see me; she recognized me. In her gaze I felt the weight of rain-drenched centuries, the breath of the moss-laden forest, the quiet endurance of rivers carving stone. In that stillness, something passed between us—wordless, wild, and immeasurably old. A transmission of spirit, as if the soul of the rainforest itself had paused to look back through her eyes. To meet such a being—so near, so unguarded—is not just encounter, but communion.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
Want to see what At the Edge would look like in your home or office? Click here to request a free mock up!