What the Silence Holds

This series was born from the places I linger—where bark splits, clouds hesitate, silence almost speaks.

I wasn’t trying to capture nature. I was trying to listen to it. These are fragments of that quiet conversation.

These are the moments that didn’t call for attention, but offered it anyway—the quiet reach of branches, the exhale of a dandelion, the way light catches what’s almost gone.

This is what the silence holds.

Somewhere between decay and bloom, the story finds its shape.

And still the silence holds