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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.
2 min read
Zhou Daguan came to Angkor to observe—but found a kingdom that defied explanation. This introductory scroll welcomes new readers into The Wind That Carried Me to Zhenla: a poetic resurrection of the 13th-century emissary’s journey, revoiced with reverence, wonder, and the hush of temple stone.
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There is a tower the moon remembers—where a king once climbed in silence, and a goddess wove humility into gold. Though the spire has faded, her presence lingers in the hush between breath and stone, waiting for the next soul who dares to kneel before the unseen.
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Within the Royal Enclosure of Angkor Thom stands Phimeanakas—the Celestial Palace. More than a monument, it is a myth made stone: where kings bowed to the goddess of the land, and sovereignty meant surrender. A contemplative meditation on sacred architecture, divine right, and the quiet power that still lives between the stones.
Srah Srang, Angkor, Cambodia — 2024
Limited Edition Archival Pigment Print
Edition
Strictly limited to 25 prints + 2 Artist’s Proofs
Medium
Hand-toned black-and-white archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo — a museum-grade fine art paper chosen for its quiet tactility and reverent depth, echoing the spirit of the temples.
Signature & Numbering
Each print is individually signed and numbered by the artist on the border (recto)
Certificate of Authenticity
Accompanies every print
Image Size
8 x 8 inches (20.3 x 20.3 cm)
A pale hush lingers above the royal reservoir of Srah Srang. Rain has passed, but its breath still clings to the stones. The lake lies still as lacquered silk, holding light without shimmer. On the cruciform jetty, stone lions lean forward—not as protectors, but as witnesses. One lone palm lifts skyward, offering no judgment, only presence.
Here, stillness is not empty. It is full of memory, of breath, of reverence. The nāga no longer bare their teeth. Their serpent bodies curl like blessings around the void. All motion has been set aside. Even time bows its head.
I stood in this hush for hours. The shutter open, the film receiving not form but atmosphere. I did not seek to capture. I waited, and was offered. Later, I shaped the image in the darkroom, drawing forth chiaroscuro with care, hand-toning each impression to echo the warmth of wet stone after rain.
Printed on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper and strictly limited to twenty-five numbered prints and two Artist’s Proofs, each impression is signed on the border recto.
Let this image keep vigil in your space, a quiet mirror of stillness and breath.
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