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It began with the absence of movement.

The storm had passed in the night, and when I stepped onto the jetty, the stones were still slick beneath me—washed clean, each joint luminous with rain. The lake held itself like breath held too long, unwilling to break the hush. I stood in that hush. Not thinking. Not composing. Just listening.

The lions flanking the path had softened through centuries, their once-roaring faces now calm. They no longer seemed to guard. They watched. And beyond them, the sugar palm—unmoved, unadorned, alone. Its fronds motionless in the sky’s still half-light. It didn’t demand reverence. It just stood. And something about that was deeply consoling.

A heron lifted from the far edge of the baray. I watched its flight disappear into cloud without ripple or sound. Even its wings seemed reluctant to disturb the silence.

I didn’t feel like I was photographing a place. I felt like I was entering it. Or being entered by it. I opened the shutter, and time began to drift. It wasn’t the light I exposed for—it was the hush.

Later, in the studio, I shaped the negative as carefully as breath returning after sorrow. Chiaroscuro revealed the depth I had felt more than seen. And the final hand-toning laid a warmth across the silver—not gold, but something remembered. Something held.

Stone lions keep watch—
still water cradles first light,
palms whisper of dawn.


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